Last call to wake me up and stumble to the
I need to tell this secret be sure to keep
Last night I came home found you sleeping on the
Always the problem, I speak before I think
I think I
Get bored just watching you got better things to do
Don't
Sit down and take a listen a story
That's my confession
Sunday's morning paper told me my luck's gonna change
If I
Don't talk to me about selling out cause I won't
Use some sommon sense for once
Because you take more than
I've been down this lonely road before
I'm here to say
You filled my head with empty promises you never kept
I
I don't need anybody much less a psudo friend like
Breaking, this breaking up is hard to take
No more apologies
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