1: wish that you and I lived in The

1: call you one time, two time, three time,

so tired of love songs, tired of love songsTired

try to give all of myself to youBut before

so tired of love songs, tired of love songsTired

wanna hate you 'cause I still love youAnd it's

be young and in love in New York CityTo

were so beautifulWe were so tragicNo other magic could

was busy thinkin' 'bout boys, boys, boysAlways busy dreamin' 'bout

be young and in love in New York CityTo

1: Demi me up like a knife and I

I tell you a storyAbout a boy who broke

from I think of our loveIt felt like I

see through the pills you takeI see through the face

would cut these girls off for youIf you say

been thinkin’ 'bout my father latelyThe person that he

from not afraid, I gotta damn, I think

from I left behindMaybe the love of my lifeI

upHold onDon't be scaredYou'll never change what's been and

tired of talkin' to myselfOf talkin' to myselfOf talkin' to