I've got a Saturday night and I'm all alone
I've got my phone right here and I hope she'll call
But she's too pissed off at the way I am

And she calls me what I want from her
I've been expected too much to continue writing
All these %#@!ty lame love songs that I hate

It's becoming real clear that I have no talent
And the kids are what I'm trying to reach


Oh, Come on

Love me, Steal me away

'Cause I've had enough of this
And I am whole
And I am strong

'Cause we're growing up too fast

Who's to say I'm always wrong

I think it's further from the truth to point that out
But I'm trying new style to progress once more
But real pop is where the money's at

Da-da-da-da-da is how it goes
But I guess it's in the eye of the beholder
It's because I don't stand right out

I guess guitar could be the difference

I could fight

I could fear
I could bruise
I could burn

We can kill
We can die
We can fight the good fight

We could fight, we could sleep, we could touch, we could $#&@
We could die, we could fall, we could stand up for each other
We could fight the good fight


You've got to put it right back where it started
To figure out that we are meant for more

You've got to sit back and relax
'Cause I've found out that all this stress is killing me