“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 'til the end I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand I've been here so long I think that it's time to move The winters so cold summers over too soon Lets pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow And I've got some friends some that I hardly know 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 I'll show you mine, if you show me yours first. Let's compare scars, I'll tell you who's is worse. Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.”
