Friday night, dressed up in your Sunday's best, you stopped asking if I got there yet. I've thought up everyway to tell you "no." And why you shouldn't go alone. And why I shouldn't go alone.
You were so much better than me: polite and right and some straight teeth. Find someone that will make you love yourself as much as I loved you.
It's a goddamn shame that you ever changed your name. I'm the pawn and you're the rook and you played me like a crook. I never wanted it to end this way.
You wanted some change and you changed what you want: "Tall, dark, and handsome…" I am being blunt. Bound and gagged and hands were cuffed, now you only call when things get rough.
I told you how you're wrong, I kept it clean. The coffee table talks and a blank TV screen. I preached life and what it means. How I'm a terrible man. It's engrained in my genes and it doesn't mean shit to me…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
