Letras
Running out of things to say
It's hard to stay awake
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
If I'm just in the way
You're gonna be the president
I'll pay another compliment
How many times can I ask how your day went?
I'm tired of writing sad songs
Oh, let me walk you home
Oh, I don't want you to be alone
I know you don't need me, I know how you feel
It's ok, you're the only thing that's real
I go to the theatre
Is that something for her
My Les Mis repertoire was a shocker
But I'm out with the boys on Friday
Cruising girls with the top down my way
And I'm politically incorrect
I'm tired of writing sad songs
Oh, let me walk you home
Oh, I don't want you to be alone
I know you don't need me, I know how you feel
It's ok, you're the only thing that's real
I'm tired of writing sad songs
I'm tired of writing sad songs
I'm tired of writing sad songs
Oh, let me walk you home
Oh, I don't want you to be alone
I know you don't need me, I know how you feel
It's ok, you're the only thing that's real
(Fuck Tom Brady!)