The Name of the Game
And I'm using this pen to talk to you, from a southern way.
It's been weeks since I've seen you last
Time away from you Ain't movin too fast
Wishin my summer away, just to see you again
Chorus
I'm there by your side, Looking in your eyes
Seeing you with me, what else could there be
If I could get away, I would be there today
You'd be wearing that smile, Haven't Seen For Awhile
I wake up everyday, go through the same routine
Go to work, come home, what does it all really mean?
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Ballad For The Last Romantics
I've grown sick
I've gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want
But you still, still can't hear me
I'm pushing myself out
Holding in my breath
I can't take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do, do what I'm not supposed to
Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I might say things you don't want to hear
But someday you might care
and I won't be there
No I won't be there
Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Forget about tomorrow
I'm pushing myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do, do what I'm not supposed to
Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.
Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.
Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.
Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.