Look Your Best

There's a hush about a subject In the evening when we fool ourselves A muted lover's symphony Lorelei in you discretions lay and they're killing me So if my life was something better Like a hunter for his maiden And I brought home everything I could

I wanted more, I wanted to I wanna be nobody's fool I wanna hear that they think about me I need the truth, I need to hide I need to be pumped full of lies I need to move, but it hurts just to breathe I'm still achin' But I'm not breakin' As long as

Lie all you want you can't face your fear I'm not alone, but I'm still standing here You know it baby, we've got something goin We'll find another time to think of home All I can see through these hazy eyes Is all that I need, we're running out of ti

hey girl (acoustic) - ingram hill miss popularity keeps turning her head around but i ain't even looking at her i'm looking at her best friend and i'm wondering how to get in miss social butterfly keeps batting her eyes at me but i don't even know sh

She will come and she will go A lesson that I've come to know I will find my friend I will find my friend People change but stay the same I'm learning how to play the game Until the bitter end Drowning with my friend I'm not running toward the answer

They're comin' around just to give a new plan They say that it's done, better leave while you can Well fallin' apart never did much good But how will it feel when they're over you So when failure looks you in the eye And there's nowhere left to run a

Come Around - Ingram Hill Short skirt, tight T-shirt, and knowing all the while. I turn around, look at you, you barely cracked a smile. As the sun fades, with a drink or two, you take me for a ride. But you won't say just what you want, but I can se

She's never rosy Sometimes she's down She's got a blue side Let her out, let her out right now She's never green She's been around She's got a dark side She's been found on the wrong side of town Sometimes she's golden Belle of the ball I never told

**The lyrics are from the C.D. Insert** I look at her photographs Hiding behind a laugh I stare at her hazy eyes They make for good disguise and I wonder how she dreams Sometimes it seems She's got it figured out What I don't know about Chours I know