Manage me. I'm a mess. Turn a page. I'm a book half-unread. I want to be laughed at. Laughed with just because. I want to feel weightless. And that should be enough.
Tonight we lie awake. Remember how the coffee made us shake. On those long drives?. One more long night. . Another seven days. Heartbeat racing the interstate, my home tonight.
Show us off to all your friends. We're the trophy boys. From here to with and when. We break and break your dreams up. . Keeping us a secret. We're the back pocket believers.
Hey kid, you've got a lot of potential. But I think its time to move up. So go on and blow us away with your sound. . Now you're everything that we've come to love.
Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets. Coloring my senses cherry red, at least for this week. Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song.
Well, you're a long walk from my street. And I'm dying in this summer heat. I hope like hell you're waiting, waiting. . Everybody's living like they're crazy in love.
Caught in a cold sweat stuck splitting hairs. I'm drinking too much. I'm on my way to striking out. . Go to sleep with the pressure of everyone. Watching, waiting, they're yours for the taking.
Time to lay claim to the evidence. Fingerprints sold me out. But our footprints washed away from the docks downtown. It's been getting late for days. And I think myself deserving of a little time off.
Hips sway and lips lie. Like clockwork, she's in control. Of all the right guys. And I'm still waiting. . Fitting nights with a car alarm. In her high tops with her favorite song.
Get me out of this place. Before I cause more damage. A small price to pay. For building houses out of matchsticks. And when things get too hot. You've got me to blame for.
You've got me poppin' champagne. I'm at it again. Caught up in the moment. But not in the right way. I'm falling in between. Tearing up at the seams. We're just aiming to please.
He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. Started making his way past two in the morning. He hasn't been sober for days. . Leaning now into the breeze.
The time on the clock reads half past four;. I'm wide awake and thinking. With my pillow on the floor. That maybe I'm just wasting my time dreaming. In a harsh reality.
Are you having trouble finding sleep at night?. Or does your lack of conscience tell you. Everything's all right?. . I trust your good intentions. That you're watching over friends.
Lights out. I still hear the rain. These images have filled my head. Now keep my fingers from making mistakes. Tell my voice what it takes to speak up, speak up.
Luck loves me not tonight, I'm running out. This four leaf clover's all, but useless now. I've got four wheels that say I'm not alone tonight. . I'm always looking for a joy ride through.