You packed your bags and you moved out.
Left alone, you hate this town and no one
really needs you like I always do. And all
the times that we spent wasted woke up drunk
but now you hate it. Remember when you said to
me "We could drink the days away"
Go tell everyone I'm not who you thought I was.
My heart could be made of stone but yours is not
made of Gold. And it take everything in me to tell
you that I'm not sorry. I'm not fucking up again.
I'm just tired of losing
Its hard to think I gave a fuck when you left
town you had enough. You traded empty bottles
for an empty bed. And all the times that we
spent wasted woke up drunk but now you hate
it. Remember when you said to me "We could
drink the days away"
Go tell everyone I'm not who you thought I was.
My heart could be made of stone but yours is
not made of Gold. And it take everything in me
to tell you that I'm not sorry. I'm not fucking
up again. I'm just tired of losing.
And it takes everything in me to tell you
that I'm not sorry. I'm not fucking up again,
I'm just tired of losing.