Pink Slips

I cross my heart and hope to live,
Because this is killing me,
Your high school heart, and JV maturity.
You played me like a freshman, you were the coach I never had.
Half way through the game, I'm not doing all that bad.

You've got fire in your eyes,
And diesel in your heart.
So toss me the keys, babe,
And show me where to start.
'Cause all I want is in, and for you to see me,
If loving you is a sin then hell is where I'll be.

I'm thinking about giving up the title to my heart,
So I write this song for you, this song's my work of art.
My feelings stay the same, and I'm spinning off the road,
My heart needs a driver so jump in and take control.

[Chorus]

Take us back, to the time that we were friends,
We felt safe with each other, 'cause we thought it would never end.

Hey baby, lets sit down and talk about this,
We've been here a few times so just the tip.
This song for you, has been a work of art,
That's why I'm giving you the pink slip to my heart.
(You know they say, lets take this all the way),
(So don't lead me on, or break my heart).