Still writing songs about You on my bed and a mini bar three day I've gotten drunk on whiskey and women Broke up in places that we've never been in Spending all night and all day trying to say something new But it's no use I'm still writing songs about

How would you feel, if I told you I loved you? It's just something that I want to do I'll be taking my time, spending my life Falling deeper in love with you So tell me that you love me too We were sitting in a parked car Stealing kisses in the front

Before you accuse me, take a look at yourself You say I've been spending my money on other women You've been taking money from someone else I called your mama 'bout three or four nights ago Come back home baby, try my love one more time Well your mother

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end Took a deep breath in the mirror He

Do you ever want to spend the night? Do you ever feel it? I want to spend the night Every time we wind up spending the night I want to share my life Ever time we wind sharing a night

Still in love (Still in love, in love with you) Don't you know that I'm Sho' 'nuff in love with you, hey Sho' 'nuff in love with you Spending my day, thinkin' 'bout you girl Being here with you, being near with you I can't explain myself Why I, feel like

The Boys always spending all their money on love You get high and fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Clone it, own it,

They've been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise Living in a future paradise Tell me who of them will come to be How many of them are you and me Consolation Living for the future paradise They've been wasting most their time Glorifying

(Jailbreak) All in the name of liberty There was a friend of mine on murder And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said "I ain't spending my life here I ain't livin' alone

Hey, here's to you California Beautiful haze of suburbia Living in the perfect weather Spending time inside together Na, na na, na na, na na, na na (woah-ohh) Beige little boxes in a row Neighbors and friends that you don't know Here's a form, go wait in