i've got a saturday night and i'm all alone
i've got my phone right here and i hope she'll call
but shes too pissed off at the way i am
and she calls me what i want from her
i've been expected too much to continue writing
all these shitty lame love songs that i hate
its becoming real clear that i have no talent
and the kids are what i'm trying to reach
oh come on...
love me steal me away
cause i've had enough of this
and i am whole
and i am strong
cuz we're growing up too fast
who's to say i'm always wrong
i think its further from the truth to point that out
and i'm trying new style to progress once more
but REAL pop is where the money's at
dadadadada is how it goes
but i guess its in the eye of the beholder
its because i dont stand right out
i guess guitar could be the difference
i could fight, i could fear, i could bruise,
i could burn, we could fight, we could sweat,
we could kill, we could die, we could fight the good fight,
we could fight, we could sleep, we could touch,
we could fuck, we could die, we could fall,
we could stand up to each other.
we could fight the good fight
you've gotta put it right back where it started
to figure out that we are meant for more
you've gotta sit back and relax,
cuz i've found that all this stress is killing me