I Write Songs About The Ghost Inside My House I See At Night
What′s The Difference If I Finish Another Song With The Same Old Rhymes
Same Old Sadeyes, Same Old Mic
Same Old Problems, A Brand New Life
I Heard You Broke Down, I Heard You Cried
The Day He Left Us, The Day Your Father Died

If God Was Real Then This Wouldn't Have Even Happened At All
I Get Visions Of You And I Guess You Probably Called
People Love You Then Leave You, Sometimes They Don′t Have A Choice
Girl, I Heard You The First Time So Could You Lower Your Voice?

I Stopped Waiting For Texts, I Stopped Hoping You'd Change
When You Left Me I Lost It, I Got Your Message Too Late
I Never Thought This Would Happen, I Never Know What To Say
I Guess I'm Sorry You′re Hurting, I Wrote This Song For You Babe

I Write Songs About The Ghost Inside My House I See At Night
What′s The Difference If I Finish Another Song With The Same Old Rhymes

Same Old Sadeyes, Same Old Mic
Same Old Problems, A Brand New Life
I Heard You Broke Down, I Heard You Cried
The Day He Left Us, The Day Your Father Died