Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

You might end up somewhere else Wherever it is, it will be without me One day and find you Shinin' like a beacon in the night 'Cause if you don't know where you're goin' And I don't know where you might be I keep thinkin' I'll come home Long as I got

Leave, leave, Let go of my hand You said what you have to now I can't wait forever is all that you said Before you stood up And you won't disappoint me I can do that myself But I'm glad that you've come Now if you don't mind

You and your high horse To know that you ain't ever gonna come down So, why don't you giddy up, giddy up And ride straight out of this town 'Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz Every time they open up their mouth Yeah, everyone knows someone

Whatever you do, don't stop Being who you are There's only one of you Dream it, even if it don't come true Is all you got When holding on to heaven Love it, while you got it Right here, right now Drag you down

You're not the only bird that flies in the sky And your lip to be close to mine You go out when you get ready You come home when you please You don't ever want to love me Think it outta be all right with me Listen, when I try to talk to you, baby And let

La la la la la la la la I'm selfish, I know While he's touching your skin "Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?" La la la la la la la la (whoa) But I don't ever want to see you with him

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

So don't ask me no questions And I won't tell you no lies So don't ask me 'bout my business And I won't tell you goodbye Well, every time that I come home Nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I've got Just got to come interrogate me I