This Damn Song
Well, I don’t want to hear the good side of this goodbye
If you want to go baby, just leave
Don’t tell me that you still care
Or that I’ll always be special
‘Cause words don’t mean a damn thing
Hate that I’m still up, drunk as fuck
At 4 A.M. writing this damn song
But, I guess that I’m okay, at being okay
Give it time and I’ll soon move on
Said my life was too fucked up to be with you
But here you go at the bar until two
And I want to know what he has that I don’t
Well I was ready for the real thing
No more shame in this life I live because I would change for you
Don’t know the hope you gave to me
But I guess I”m okay
Need some cocaine and a bottle that’ll float my mind
Take a trip to another world where you would be mine
Well, I don’t want to hear the good side of this goodbye
If you want to go baby, just leave
Don’t tell me that you still care
Or that I’ll always be special
‘Cause words don’t mean a damn thing
Hate that I’m still up, drunk as fuck
At 4 A.M. writing this damn song
But, I guess that I’m okay, at being okay
Give it time and I’ll move on
I found a couple of your long hairs in the passenger seat
Where you looked over and smiled at me
Guess a picture ain’t worth as many words as they say
And don’t tell me that its okay, I’ll find my own way
I don’t need your excuse to ease my pain
I guess it’s just time for me to work on me
Well, I don’t want to hear the good side there ain’t no good time
You ain’t never gonna see what I see
Don’t tell me that you still care
Or that you’ll always be there
‘Cause those words are just messing with me
Hate that I’m still up, drunk as fuck
At 4 A.M. writing this damn song
But, I guess that I’m okay, at being okay
Give it time, baby I’ll move on