It's hard to say goodbye
When I'm holding out my hands
Holding
Today I'm wrapped up in your arms
Right where I wanna
I'm sick of chasing after things
I'd rather them chase after
I'm a kid with a reputation
Of playing hard in every
I said love
I feel like I?m standing on top of
I'm holdin' on
To your pictures on my telephone
And I know
Red lights lead to green lights
And the exit of her
She would sit alone by the bank
Always coming home so
Talk to me like I don?t get it
Maybe you don?t
Flipping through the magazines and
Staring at the beauty queens
I wonder
The worst mistake is giving up
Pulling back when you?ve had