Would it faze you if we never saw each other again? Could we walk away, hang it all back up? Pretend like we were only friends Fuck your reasons, yeah, I’m okay the way that I am Ten-foot tall, walk through hell With a guitar in my hands

So hey, look around Pick your heart up off the ground Shake it off, stick it out Yeah, to me, you were something to write about You were something to write about, yeah

She’s a fighter, and she pulled me in the ring With her fist in the air, she’s swinging her hair Aiming at me I’m a dreamer, but it’s hard for her to find Whoa, but the bruises she gave me Reminds me of what it used to be like

So hey, look around Pick your heart up off the ground Shake it off, stick it out Yeah, to me, you were something to write about You were something to write about, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh

So hey, look around Pick your heart up off the ground Shake it off, stick it out Yeah, to me, you were something to write about You were something to write about, yeah Yeah, to me, you were something to write about