you say that i suck and i'm lousy
you say i can't write
not yet
you always told me how to be
now i'm sick of it
sorry doesn't make it okay
when i'm the one that paid your way
don't preach
you're drilling a hole in my ceiling
too bad it won't rain
but who's living without any feeling
so don't you complain
sorry doesn't make it okay
when i'm the one that paid your way
sorry doesn't make it okay
when i'm the one that paid your way
don't preach
i can't believe what you say
how you live
how you love
how you lie
you took my money away
made me sleep on the floor that i bought
but i don't care anyway
cuz i laugh when you cry
do you think you would die if i said
don't preach
sorry doesn't make it okay
when i'm the one that paid your way
sorry doesn't make it okay
when i'm the one that paid your way
the house
the bed
the cars and the front door
how's it feel now that it's paid for
already paid for
everybody's paid for