You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again got me feeling like I'm nothing
When writing your history, I will always be a footnote A distant memory A warning sign of mistakes made The kind that you learn from This song is the
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us How we met and the sparks flew instantly People would say they're the lucky ones I used to know my
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week It's found inside Variety,
You were in college working part time waiting tables Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk with a fear of falling Wondering why we
Tall, dark and super manly Puts papers in his briefcase and drives away To save the world or go to work It's the same thing to me He's got his mother
She was a bottled blond She had her sevens on When I think about it now Just a cougar on the prowl She was hotter than hell Had me under a spell Got that
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the
You and I walk a fragile line I have known it all this time But I never thought I'd live to see it break It's getting dark, and it's all too quiet And
I know you're somewhere out there Somewhere far away I want you back I want you back My neighbors think I'm crazy But they don't understand You're all
There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old, tired place lonely place Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy Vanished
Now go stand in the corner And think about what you did Ha, time for a little revenge The story starts when it was hot and it was summer And I had it
At times I see you, you silver rider Sometimes your voice is not enough Your face in windows, outside forever Nobody dreamed you'd save the world Nobody
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me running But I kinda know that I
like some president Sh-t I've got a president wrist And MTV made me president rich Call me Senator Pratt I'm only tweetin' the facts Hit me at Spencer Pratt
I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while You've been good, busier than ever We small
I'm not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl
Free, you better love me And hide or run away From all your yesterdays Speak the truth or make your peace some other way Oh yeah, yeah I never knew but