am I still your charm or am I just bad luck?
am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words
we live on front porches and swing life away,
we get by just fine here on minimum wage
if love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
but we've had some times
I wouldn't trade for the world
we chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go