| Drinking Buddies: All my friends around tonight. I hope I make it through all right. Might be passed out on the floor tonight, but with my friends here I know that I'll be all right. Sitting on the porch with lightning in the sky. Sipping on a beer and letting time go by. Breaking all my on rules should not matter tonight. Holding on to guilt and dying inside. I will carry on. When I know your wrong. I will carry on. I will carry on. If I can't stay long. When you know I'm wrong. So if you're getting high, You'd better come inside. Knowing there will be regrets, surrender to my needs. Forget about them all cause I am to drunk to see. People I don't know begin to make me fear. Then I start to realize it doesn't matter here. If you don't know someone. To them its all the same. I don't even matter. If they don't know your name. Cause everyone here is living. Don't bring your anger here. And if you're drinking now, You'd better come inside so I can hear you say. Waking up for work and watching rain fall. Putting on my clothes and waiting for the call. Never thought what would happen down the road. Absence of the heart is why I had to go. |
| 2nd: Haven't missed you in a while. Now I dream about your smile. Living is the first choice I see. Second place is good for me. I'm not giving up, I'm just not giving in again. I used to cry for nights not spent. I used to show you what I meant. Now I'm happy with back seat. Cause second place is good for me. I'm not giving up, I'm just not giving in, again. Conversation, explanation, things are better on your station. I think its time, time we moved on, this has become my anthem song. Sometime ago I would have said. Without you I wish I were dead. Now I'm happy with backseat, and second base is good for me. I'm not giving up, I'm just not giving in again. Conversation, explanation, things are better on your station. I think its time, time we moved on. This has become my anthem song. |
| 4 Betty Lou: Do you remember when I asked you on a date? You giggled with you friends and said not to be late. With my hair slicked back I waited at your place. A crazy guy thrust a shotgun in my face. Chorus: I love you Betty Lou There's so many things I wanna do. You're not just the lunchlady you are my queen. That's why I follow everywhere you can be seen. I asked what happened the night before. You said oh I live next door. I said how about another chance. You said no way, I'm moving to France. Chorus: I said France ain't that far. You said don't bother I slashed the tires on your car. I think af all the things I've done for you. I even wrote this Pretty little section too. Chorus: |
| Weekends in March: I'm giving up now. I don't know what to do. I guess I'm not just good enough for you. These fights go on, for nights on end. Why can't things go back the way they were then. I don't know what I've done. I just wanna make things right. Are we running out of time? Or just running in place? Chorus: we both want to stop. why can't we just drop? this useless frustration. Missing lines: Chorus: |
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