I offer up something
and you don't care..
You tell me that I am unhappy
like it's a sin.

Why would I continue
to let you in
only to have heartache on top of heartache
with no one but my self to blame.

You're better off calling
your
"same old used to be".
It's more likely that
he will have something to do with you.

Because I won't, it's been a slice,
enough is enough! Getting rid of you
is like shaking off a vice

And as for your friends,
well you can have them too.
Everybody gets lonely sometimes
but I won't be thinking of you.

Sure I wanted to play
and that's why I did,
But let's face it...
You can't stand me when I'm drunk
and I can't stand you when I'm sober.

No matter how you choose to say it,
it's just another way of saying it's over.

I know you know that you didn't fool me.
I knew you knew that I just wanted to play.
You knew you knew just how to ***** me,
so what fair was it for me to stay.

Your *** was good but your strokes
didn't count for much.
It wasn't just my pleasure,
though it sure felt good.

If you could have ****** my brains out
I might have stuck around.
But all your choice just brought me down.