We could watch it from the clouds We can't stop it anyhow It's not ours I'll take you and I'll make you all mine This love is ours This love is ooh Oh you're such a pretty thing I would steal you from this patient world let it chase us It could never

Make it easy for me Just not yours exclusively? Used to be all good Ooh-ooh, so hard to love (so hard) Darling, you make it too hard to trust You keep running from me I'm scared of love I wanna be, it's difficult for me I'm scared of love, yeah

The world will sing when I am king All these things if I were king Without a care Your head's not heavy, your conscience clear Sins are all forgiven here Yours and mine Fear is gone without a trace It's the perfect time in the perfect place

And turn around It's pretty scary Take a look at what you are You hear me talking? Take a step outside yourself Take a look at who you are You're not much

Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

It's not you, it's me (it's me) I'm the only one I need (ooh-ooh) It's not you, baby (baby) 'Cause I'm leaving you for me (ooh-ooh) I don't want you blaming yourself It's bad for your health 'Cause honestly (ooh) I'm the only one, I'm the, I'm the only

Now I think we're taking this too far Don't you know that it's not this hard Well it's not this hard But if you take what's yours and I take mine Must we go there Please not this time, no not this time Watching you shine bright So this is how it goes

Waste my time Not so sure that I'll be yours And baby you could be mine It's all about hanging out Cause you know how to waste my time Friends are telling me I lost my mind When I hooked up with you Maybe that's true They say that I'll wake up one day

And turn around Take a look at what you are You hear me talking? Take a step outside yourself Take a look at who you are It's pretty scary You're not much You can't do anything

Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Are you happy with yourself Just another stage Pageant the pain away