Losing hope is easy When your only friend is gone And every time you look around Well, it all, it all just seems to change I got a faulty parachute I got a stranger's friend An exciting change in My butchers blend A symbol on the ceiling

And my eyes get full of tears When my heart get to beating like a hammer Oh, when my heart get to beating like a hammer Well, you only been gone twenty-four hours, baby Oh, but it seems like, it seems like a million years Well, if I ever mistreated you,

That's why I'm easy Ooh that's why I'm easy I'm easy like Sunday morning I'm easy like Sunday morning! 'Cause I'm easy Know it sounds funny But, I just can't stand the pain Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow Seems to me girl

Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Goodbye Norma Jean And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On

It's sad, so sad It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What have I gotta do What have I gotta do to make you love me? What have I gotta do to

Don't tell me you don't want me 'Cause I know it's a lie, lie, lie, lie Seems like a good idea to me You're mine, all mine, all mine From morning 'til the night So why'd you even try? Ooh na na na na Go tell all of your girlfriends That I was just a

Just you take your time, oh Just you take your time Do you remember when We used to take our time You'd write me a letter, baby And I'd wait for you all night (oh) Now it seems everyone's Rushing around including you and I

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned