"thisismyfavoritesong" "The List" 
When the song became my favorite song 
I wrote the list, it sat on top 
For weeks it pushed the others down down 
But I never reached the bottom, of the list 
And I would cry and cry, cause it would lie and lie 
And i would cry and cry, cause it would lie and lie "fast forward one month" 
When the song became my favorite song 
I wrote that list with it on top 
For weeks it pushed my favorite song down 
Second, third, and fifth, (but) 
I never reached the end of that list 
Time has torn that list to pieces, 
I know And 
I would cry and cry, cause it had lied and lied 
And I would cry and cry, cause it had lied and lied 
Why did that song have to lie to me? 
Why couldent the beat just deliver? 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
For years 
I put my faith in print 
As if the truth could be discovered there 
My list could hold my sole intact 
Like paintings, like photographs 
Why did my song have to lie to me? 
Why couldent the beat just deliver? 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
It was the wrong song as long as the list went on 
And I never should have put my favorite song on the list 
I never should have put my favorite song on the list 
I never should have put my favorite song on the list 
I never should have put my favorite song on the list 
I never should have put my favorite song on the list 
I never should have put my favorite song on the list