I ended the book that I'm writing The part about you I'm tearing it out A simple goodnight, stop fighting There's nothing left to red fight about
I'm leaving you here my darling To search for a better and easier way out Through all of the pain that I'm causing There's nothing left to sing about
Recorded Italian Radio I changed up the words to make you happy though In front of the midnight music show I beat up, I beat up the boy that made you happy though
I've noticed the things that you want me to be They outweigh the ones that make me happy So pull out your hand to meet my, my fine new lady She's rock and roll, and she saved me