'Cause it feels like CPR I hate feeling alone You’re the only one who knows Caught me at the right time baby (Oh) I was at the edge, I was at the end Made me feel like there is life worth living Made me feel alive oh yeah Turn me on my side Baby, where

I need a neon church Full of honky tonk angels With their wings on fire Straight pourin' out that Johnnie Walker healin' I got a feelin' Is a neon church with a jukebox choir I need Jesus or I need whiskey Whatever works best to get me through

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart When you go, what you leave is a work of art On my chest, on my heart And my love is yours but your love's not mine And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find She went out

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

Don't let it go blow up your ego I hate that I do, now you know Don't let it go, blow up your ego Oh, blow up your ego I'm thinking about you, you I'm drinking about you, you I'm talking about you, you

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Well worries and trouble darling, babe you know I've had my share Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Everyday,

It's about us right now, girl, where you going? I'm with you I'm with you, oh oh oh Yeah, I can't get enough of you, babe Bottles open up so you can try and open up for me, baby M.I.A. in the MIA You do you, girl, the haters gon' hate Cut them off like

Oh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend You get a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever state your in We get a thrill from clapping