Nowhere like I do That your parents don't The way that I do And all the things that I know They don't care like I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they only know what you let 'em see There's nowhere I'd rather be Saturday

This is heaven, yeah Everyday I know that this might hurt but I don't care Oh everybody feels alive Everyone they say that we don't work But I could swear this is heaven, yeah Oh you don't feel alive now When the room don't like us I'll be at your table

I'm gonna be with you And I don't care what they say I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do And no one knows 'Cause you'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes And no one know, the things we've been through Can never measure up to

Nowhere like I do That your parents don't They don't care like I do And all the things that I know The way that I do I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they'll only know what you let 'em see All the things that I know There's

See us come to award shows we're like (Oh yeah) Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah) See us keep blowin' up, we're like (Oh yeah) See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care See me in your videos, I'm like (Oh yeah) See me right up close,

In my heaven In my heaven we hurt no one No lying, crying, or dying young No one's lonely, no one's scared And anyone is welcome there In my heaven there ain't no lawyers Don't need names on dotted lines Folks do business like they oughta A good firm

And I don't care what they say about you baby They don't know what you've been through Nobody knows the way that I know her, said She got a bad reputation Trust me, I could be the one to treat you like a lady Let me see what's underneath, all I need is

Everybody so fake Everybody act like they care Everybody so fake, I swear Take me, away from here But I don't wanna go back there Why the fuck do everybody act like they care? I was dying and nobody was there Please don't cry, baby, life ain't fair I run

See when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh when they start Forty things we share The fact that we don't care They really fall apart, well fall apart Well I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't

Now I don't really care what you call me I bet they knew as soon as they saw me All she wrote, all she wrote Just as long as you don't call me bro' "Goodnight its over with" that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it