(Carey Ott - ASCAP 2007)
Come to me
In our old haunt
If it were up to me
I never would’ve left our prison cell
Minutes tick
But she ain’t coming
You know it’s easier to think
Just knowing that now I may see myself
Like a song
We’re like a song
We’re like a song
Get a little drunk
All dressed up
I come to show you love
Now I’m thinking that I wanna fight
You’ve seen this place
A hundred times before
All the fictional nights
And days are just a recent episode
Like a song
We’re like a song
We’re like a song
(That never ends)
Like a song