Too Much (Live)

I admit, I miss seeing your face, babe
And being alone is starting to take its toll
I'm cold and I shoulda known
I admit, I should've made some changes
We were so smothered in love
We didn't have a chance to come up for air, no fair

What a waste, where does the time go?
Where did our minds go? I don't know
What's this place? Where did our home go?
We won't know, I don't know

Sing

Too much of anything is too much
Too much love can be too much
We had too much time, too much us
So we fought like tomorrow was promised

Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much

I admit I'm still watching the days go by
And sleeping alone is starting to break me down
I'm cold and it's getting old
I admit, I made a few mistakes, babe
We were so caught up in love
We didn't have a chance to come up for air

What a waste, where does the time go?
Where did our minds go? I don't know
What's this place? Where did our heart go?
We'll never know, I'll never know

Too much of anything is too much
Too much love can be too much
We had too much time, too much us
So we fought like tomorrow was promised

Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much

I need to find a reason to feel
Like everything was meant to be let go
Take it slow 'cause I can't be on my own
Ooh-oh

Sing

Too (much of anything is too much)
It's just too much
Too much love can be too much
It's just too-
We had too much time, too much us
So we fought like tomorrow was promised

Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much, too much
Too much, too much, too much

You know what
I'm feeling naughty (what?)
Guys, I feel naughty (what are you gonna do?)
I'm feeling naughty (are you gonna do something like take your clothes off?)
Maybe (is-)
That is a possibility, but if that happens it will be a bonus (I need this)
(I need to see you naked) dude, you've seen me naked plenty of times, trust me
(That's true, it's not that we're cousins) buy the DVD

So I think what I'm gonna do is maybe just head out
Head out to you guys, is that okay? Can I come out there and party?
(He's gonna come up there) I'm just gonna come fucking hang
Gimme a minute (Jack)
(What the fuck am I supposed to do?)
(Okay, um, shit)

(Whoa, shit)
(Oh damn)
(Dear Jack)
(When I am 18 in 17 years, let's be friends)
(What?)
(I'm 18)

Jack, I made it (how the fuck did you get there?)
I don't know, I did it though, I'm here (wha-) what's up?
(Hey, I need you guys to stay with me)
('Cause I need my-, I need to have my own crowd right here)
(You guys can be my show) you're such an insecure piece of shit
Let me have the moment of glory (yo, fuck you, this is my show right here)
(And that's Zack's show, Rian doesn't get a show 'cause he's fat and ugly)
(Rian is beautiful)

You guys, you guys are a lot better looking when I'm this far away
(My crowd is better looking than your crowd) no
(This is my crowd) no
Look at all these sexy motherfuckers
(Damn it, no, louder please, help me)
Alright, let's play a song



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash, Alexander William Gaskarth, Robert Ryan Dawson, Jack Bassam Barakat, Zachary Steven Merrick
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