With Friends Pt.2 Songtext

Well I've read enough to choke out on young mind
And I'll sit and I'll stare and philosophize
And if you asked me to write you a speech I don't know if it come out right
But this morning I realized

It's not the song you sing but who you sing it with
And I've wrote enough sad songs to die an unhappy death
And I'll cry about love and I'll cry about debt
But these chords you gave me they make me work
The light you put in my eyes it makes me sure