No, I don't get homesick And I don't feel lonely I was the new kind I just wanna be alone with you I don't feel alone-lone-lone-lone-lone-lone-lone-lone-lone But I'm sick when I'm without you And I said I'd never write a love song 'Cause they always end

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

I don't have the nerve to use my heart The thought of loving you just makes me sick I can throw a line but I can't reel it in I can throw a dart but I can't make it stick I can write the line but I can't sing the song I can call my momma but I won't go

Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me, 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh But words, they won't do it justice I got something on my mind I could write it on a sign I need a translator at the tip of my tongue There's a freight train of emotion stuck in my lungs

Paperback writer. Paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? Based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,

You're just the last of the real ones (You're just the last of the real ones) 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a

Had to write a letter to my ma dukes (Ma dukes) I know you proud of me, but I'm proud, too (I'm proud, too) You the only woman I'd give some vows to (On God) I'm still your baby even though I got a child, too (Straight up) Yes, she got a Range Rover and

Got around the same things Hope my mistakes don't make me less of a man 'Cause lately it feel like dem shits really can I'm prayin' I don't wake up all alone It's hard to say it so I write a song But that ain't equal to me rightin' wrong Stuck between a