| Hey! | |
| I am the favorite | |
| In a fight that I can't win | |
| So every morning | |
| I take another on my chin | |
| But I never know, I never know, | |
| I never know the round I'm in, yeah | |
| So I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Windows open | |
| Daylight broken | |
| And I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Could be a warning | |
| Could be the evidence of grace | |
| Could be a cold night | |
| Could be a right hook in the face | |
| And I don't deserve, I don't deserve, | |
| I don't deserve to call this place my home | |
| And I'm getting tired, I'm getting tired | |
| of lying down instead of standing on my own | |
| But I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Long night, cold room | |
| Hold tight, blue moon | |
| And I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given | |
| Hey! | |
| There's something on my mind | |
| Something I've been dying to say | |
| Hey! | |
| When you've lost so many times | |
| The old familiar lines start to fade | |
| But I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| Long night, cold room | |
| Hold tight, blue moon | |
| And I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up | |
| (Windows open) | |
| (Daylight broken) | |
| (Windows open) | |
| (And I'm not gonna love | |
| when I know what I've given up) | |
| (Windows, cold room) | |
| (Hold tight, blue moon) | |
| (Long night, blue moon) |