but we were something, don't you think so?

It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass // but I felt it when I passed you. // there's an ache in you put there by the ache in me // but if it's all the same to you It's the same to me.

I parkеd my car right between the methodist // and thе school that used to be ours //the holidays linger like bad perfume //you can run, but only so far // I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave // but if it's okay with you, it's okay with me.

sleep in half the day just for old times' sake // I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay //so I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends //who'll write books about me, if I ever make it // and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm faking // and the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own //to leave the warmest bed I've ever known.

so we could call it even // you could call me babe for the weekend // 'tis the damn season, write this down // I'm stayin' at my parents' house //and the road not taken looks real good now

Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires // now I'm missing your smile, hear me out // we could just ride around //and the road not taken looks real good now // and it always leads to you in my hometown

It always leads to you in my hometown.

this is looking like a contest // of who can act like they care less //but I liked it better when you were on my side

the battle's in your hands now // but I would lay my armour down // if you said you'd rather love than fight.

you should take it as a compliment // that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk // you should think about the consequence // of your magnetic field being a little too strong

whisky on ice, sunset and vine // you've ruined my life by not being mine

you're so gorgeous// I can't say anything to your face // cause look at your face //and I'm so furious// at you for making me feel this way, // but, what can I say? // you're gorgeous

you should take it as a compliment //that I'm talking to everyone here but you // and you should think about the consequence // of you touching my hand in the darkened room

ocean blue eyes looking in mine // I feel like I might sink and drown and die

bad, bad boy

shiny toy with a price 

you know that I bought it