The Average

I've got a Saturday night and I'm all alone

I've got my phone right here and I hope she'll call

But she's too pissed off at the way I am

And she calls me what I want from her

I've been expected too much to continue writing

All these shitty lame love songs that I hate

It's becoming real clear that I have no talent

And the kids are what I'm trying to reach

Oh, Come on

Love me, Steal me away

'Cause I've had enough of this

And I am whole

And I am strong

'Cause we're growing up too fast

Who's to say I'm always wrong

I think it's further from the truth to point that out

But I'm trying new style to progress once more

But real pop is where the money's at

Da-da-da-da-da is how it goes

But I guess it's in the eye of the beholder

It's because I don't stand right out

I guess guitar could be the difference

I could fight

I could fear

I could bruise

I could burn

We can kill

We can die

We can fight the good fight

We could fight, we could sleep, we could touch, we

could fuck

We could die, we could fall, we could stand up for each

other

We could fight the good fight

You've got to put it right back where it started

To figure out that we are meant for more

You've got to sit back and relax

'Cause I've found out that all this stress is killing

me