Keep me as a good memory

It’ll keep me from getting old

Keep me as your L.A. flame

And let me know how that goes

Make me close to perfect

Make you my late night call

Make it up to me in a year or two

See if I still like you at all

Man did my heart get in your way

In your way of being the man you want to be

In your way of what you think you really need

‘Cause the cruelest joke is thinking that being alone is going to make you free

You can have the whole world handed to you but it won’t include me

Because I’ve been waiting like a summer storm

Holding my breath too long

I’ve been the fool the bitch the breaker and the broken

Weren’t you going to prove me wrong

Well take it all too personal

That’s what it always is

Don’t blame the time don’t blame the gig,

Don’t blame your father don’t blame the way you’ve always been

Just keep it easy

Keep me a memory

But man did my heart get in your way

In your way of being the man you want to be

In your way of what you think you really need

‘Cause the cruelest joke is thinking that being alone is going to make you free

You can have the whole world handed to you but it won’t include me