I get excited when you scream, lace up the doctor's only white glove,
You seem to make me tremble, with these patient calming steps you have.
Why do you always look at me all up and down, with rolling eyes?
Get a grip I'll do my best.
The waitress left a note on the table, she said that you've got potential,
Drop a line when you're back in town.
And by the way, I'm sick of losing my friends and learning lessons, writing to impress them.
These are the stories you can't live down, the ones you love to hate the most,
And you know that we can get down' we; ve got a reputation to uphold.
Here's a melody, to shake your bones, we hum the tune, you sing along...
Sing (oh, oh, oh) (oh, oh, oh).
The waitress left a note on the table, and on the back of the paper,
She signed, something to remember.
And by the way, I'm sick of losing my friends and learning lessons, writing to impress them.
I'll take a breath between songs and next semester, my hands are steady,
I'm not ready to forget them. 18 years and all I got to show,
Is a few catchy hooks with this guitar I wrote
Desperate times call for desperate pleasures,
Like sleeping with the lights on and dancing in the rain.
I'll try to live my life, one lyric at a time.
And I'll never forget the friends I've made and lost along the way.
And by the way...
And by the way...
And by the way I'm sick of losing my friends and learning lessons, writing to impress them.
I'll take a breath between songs and next semester, my hands are steady,
I'm not ready to forget them. 18 years and all I got to show,
Is a few catchy hooks with this guitar I wrote