I ended the book that I'm writing
The part about you I'm tearing it out
A simple goodnight, stop fighting
There's nothing left to red fight about

I'm leaving you here my darling
To search for a better and easier way out
Through all of the pain that I'm causing
There's nothing left to sing about

Recorded Italian Radio
I changed up the words to make you happy though
In front of the midnight music show
I beat up, I beat up the boy that made you happy though

I've noticed the things that you want me to be
They outweigh the ones that make me happy
So pull out your hand to meet my, my fine new lady
She's rock and roll, and she saved me