Oh, you think you are the hero of the story
I was there, the night you punched  her in the face.
You told her she was boring, and the reason why no one ever sticks around this place.

Oh, they say don’t throw stones in glass houses,
but you never did what you were told.
And if anyone ever asked me, I told them
You were always a good friend to me.

You never went to church
Yeah, you taught me how to curse
You learned to be mean from your father
The therapist asked if you wanted to change,
And you said why bother?

Learned to smoke cigarettes over a pack of menthols
Helped  you get past your parents divorce in the fall.
That one time I got so drunk I couldn’t walk
You helped carry me home that night
And now we only talk sometimes.

Oh, you think that you’re the hero of this story.
I was there the night she told you it was your baby
You cursed at her and called her crazy
She walked home alone that night.

Your never to old to feel regret
That’s the thing, it’s hard to forget
Find Solis in a bottles grasp
A cigarette still makes me think of the past

Few There ain’t no hope left
In this cigarette smoke
Like the D.A.R.E officer said
There ain’t hope in dope

Torn between your Sunday school friends
And the *** heads
You hang out with
On the weekend

Spend your time watching true crime
In a basement your left behind
Everyone moved away
Can’t hold on to today

Forever seems so far away
You’ve loved before
Gave your heart away
Only to have it torn  apart

Your the villain in this story
You played your part
Gambled Away everything
You lost your heart