With me all this shit begins
With me it’s supposed to end
But I’m sharing it with my family
Dishing it out to my friends
I see that you’ve got your drive back
I wish you told me the truth
And now I’m stooping as low as this
Still writing shit about you
I believe you when you tell me That you can’t help who you love
The problem comes with the territory
When you’ve got a fickle heart
And on his better days
He doesn’t feel the need to change
And doesn’t get carried away
With memories he can’t erase
A flower in her hair
A Summer dress, her feet are bare
How lucky to have ever really been in love at all
I know he’s living close by me Practically just up the road
I should be taking the back streets
I never do as I’m told
I gave you too many apologies
For everything that I am And now I’m giving up on the prospect
Of being the bigger man
I wanna give them hell
I wanna make them pay
I’m only hurting myself
But I’m gonna anyway
And on his better days
He doesn’t feel the need to change
And doesn’t get carried away
With memories he can’t erase
A flower in her hair
A Summer dress, her feet are bare
How lucky to have ever really been in love at all