Let's get the story straight You were a poison You flooded through my veins You left me broken You tried to make me think That the blame was all on me With the pain you put me through And now I know that It's not me, it's you, it's not me, it's you Always has been you All the lies and stupid things You say and do, it's you It's not me, it's you All the lies and pain you put me through I know that it's not me, it's you, you, you It's not me, it's you, you So here we go again The same fight we're always in I don't care so why pretend? Wake me when your lecture ends You tried to make me small Make me fall and it's all your fault With the pain you put me through And now I know that It's not me, it's you, it's not me, it's you Always has been you All the lies and stupid things You say and do, it's you It's not me, it's you All the lies and pain you put me through I know that it's not me, it's you Let's get the story straight You were a poison flooding through my veins You're driving me insane And now you're gone away I'm no longer choking From the pain you put me through And now I know that It's not me, it's you, you, it's not me, it's you Always has been you All the lies and stupid things You say and do, it's you It's not me, it's you All the lies and pain you put me through I know that it's not me, it's you, you, you (It's not me, it's you) It's not me, it's you, you (It's not me, it's you) It's not me, it's you, you (It's not me, it's you) It's not me, it's you, you (It's not me, it's you) It's not me, it's you

We take a drive just to sing along Every word of them Rolling Stones Stacey's mom had it goin' on Lived three doors down, I can see her now Her daughter had a heart that was wild and free If you Blink-182, then you'd miss me and her Every verse had a story Yeah, them pocket lighter nights lit up our days of glory Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Nothin' like freedom two windows down You singin' along, still hear it now Way too loud and sometimes off key But you sounded like an angel to me You'd make fun of how I threw my head And threw my fingers up in the air Thought I was Kurt Cobain or Jimmy Page You were at side seat, center stage Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town And that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars Back when we were rockstars We never ended up on MTV Or heard our voices on a CD But in your eyes and in my arms We were each other's rockstars Back when the air guitars were the only sound And you'd strum the chords and I'd put the pedal down Two-man dashboard band rollin' through this town Had that rearview shakin' to the kick-drum beat Leeanin' West Coast deep in the bucket seats All I ever wanted was right there in that car Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Yeah, back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) Back when we were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) You and me were rockstars (We're running all night, chasing down a dream) (Howling at the moon, baby, you and me) oh yeah (Running all night, chasing down a dream) Yeah, we were runnin' all night, chasing down a dream Howlin' at the moon, baby, you and me

Its 4:30 Friday I get off at 5. I'm gunna come into your place, You come into mine. Got a bottle of Jack And cheap red wine. Yeah our own little world. Wanna open em up And close all the doors, Spin you around On that kitchen floor, Cuz all week long I've been waiting for, You and me girl. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Sipping something on the cheap end, Cheap end. Skinny dipping in the deep end, deep end, Or Bass fishing with your feet in, Feet in. Up all night then we sleep in, sleep in. When we were never really sleepin, Sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps gets to creeping, Creeping. Ya we chillin on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend. We can watch a whole season of Seinfeld or Friends While I watch that afternoon sun shining in, Right through the blinds and onto your skin. Yeah that's something to see. Three days just ain't enough and time's ticking. So keep that cherry red lipstick sticking on meee. Ya let's just keep... Just chillin on the weekend, weekend. Sipping something on the cheap end, Cheap end. Skinny dipping in the deep end, Deep end, Or Bass fishing with your feet in, Feet in. Up all night then we sleep in, sleep in. But we were never really sleepin, Sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps gets to creepin, creepin. Ya we chilling on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Nothing to do, nowhere to be, nothing to do, nowhere to be Right here with you and you with me. Me here with you and you with me. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Oh Oh, sipping something on the cheap end. Yeah, skinny dipping in the deep end Or Bass fishing with your feet in. Ohhhh up all night then we sleepin, Sleepin But we were never really sleepin, sleepin. Tangled up in the sheets and sheets and Goose bumps just a creepin, creepin. Yeah we chilling on the weekend. Ohhhh yeaahhh. Yeah we chilling on the weekend. Just chilling on the weekend, weekend. Chilling on the weekend.

Yeah, we grew up in the backseat Singin', tappin' bare feet Blarin' daddy's radio It was clothes on the clothesline Skeeter's zappin' porch lights Blue collar, red dirt road It was Ford, it was Chevy Longneck Bud heavies It was RC Cola cokes It was blue jeans, Skoal rings Dry-rotted tire swings Yeah, that's all we know Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE It was chickens from the front yard Grillin' in the backyard Collard greens on the stove It was 'baccer, it was corn Praise the Lord I was born In a town nobody knows Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE (Play that thing) (C'mon!) Yeah, here's to the middle of nowhere Where the small town roots run deep If you know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah, you was raised like me Talkin' Florida, 'Bama, Georgia, Carolina Louisiana, Mississippi Texas to Tennessee So raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Yeah, raise your beers, cheers, here's to BFE Ooh, that's right