He lives for that one look
That look in her eyes
Like he's the only man
Still left alive
And he will be whatever
You want him to be
The intellectual type
That wears skinny jeans
His hair's all in his face
He's singing 'bout his ex that left him on tour
He stares out into the crowd
And you hope that he's just looking at you
He's in a lot of pain
That's why he's so self-involved
An angel's what he needs
To be absolved
Can you be whatever he wants you to be
The girl to hold his hand
So shy and so sweet
His hair's all in his face
He's singing 'bout his ex that left him on tour
He stares out into the crowd
And you hope that he's just looking at you
At you
He lives for that one look
That look in her eyes
Like he's the only man
Still left alive
Can you be whatever he wants you to be
The girl to hold his hand
So shy and so sweet
His hair's all in his face
He's singing 'bout his ex that left him on tour
He stares out into the crowd
And you hope that he's just looking at you
His hair's all in his face
He's singing 'bout his ex that left him on tour
He stares out into the crowd
And you hope that he's just looking at you
You
You
You
You
Youuuuuu
Ah ah ah ah ah
Youuuuuuu
Ah ah ah ah ah
Youuuuuuu
Ah ah ah ah ah
Youuuuuuu
Ah ah ah ah ah
His hair's all in his face
He's singing 'bout his ex that left him on tour
He stares out into the crowd
And you hope that he's just looking at you
His hair's all in his face
He's singing 'bout his ex that left him on tour
He stares out into the crowd
And you hope that he's just looking at you