There you go falling asleep on
the mattress I once soaked my sweat in
There you are lying beside her and to her
with nothing but boundless space
in between the two of you

You called her a ***** right in front of me
Did it feel good to realize
You ****** up for once
You called her a ***** like you did with me
Did it feel bad to tell me
You ****** up for once

Then again, I have better things to do
Than listen to your old rants
And somehow get caught up with
You talking about yourself all the time

Then again, I have better things to do
Than get caught up with understanding you
Always the ungrateful friend
Never deserved a chance to be here again

Then again, I have better things to do than listen to
The same old new *******
You're the same old

You called her a ***** right in front of me
Did it feel good to realize
You ****** up for once
You called her a ***** like you did with me
And the one before me
Did it feel bad to tell me
You ****** up for once

Then again, I have better things to do
Because you lost me
Then again, I have better things to do
Because you lost me
You lost me

You lost me the second time
You're the same old
Does it feel good
Losing someone twice
Let yourself down again with
The same old new *******