i'm not good with words
but i'll sure make this hurt
you're so careless and so selfish
yeah
you're nothin' but a flirt
you're lower than dirt
showing off in that skirt
you think i'm basic like these other guys
well hunny you'll learn
if you don't know a thing about me
know that i can be alone
i'm independent
i can carry on and do things on my own
i don't need you in my life
but damn
you sure made me feel nice
but now it's over
had your chance
now maybe in another life
you've been trying to find
anybody that could give you piece of mind
so you go to the bar
let some dude take you home
you wake in the morning
but the shame isn't gone
so you turn the bottle
you turn to the weed
yeah
you're drowning in liquor and you watch some tv
but the sixty-inch screen
can't erase what you've seen
'cause that guy in your bed
he isn't me
you say there's plenty of guys
plenty of guys
but when i see out in public
got no man by your side
yeah you never make eyes
you know that kills me inside
i wish that we could be mature and learn to move past the lies
but you're so childish
i'm done with it
i'm tired of this stress
talk about me to your friends
but you're still calling for sex
bet you don't tell 'em that
i bet they don't know the half
spreadin' rumors 'bout me only makes yourself look more daft
you've been trying to find
anybody that could give you piece of mind
so you go to the bar
let some dude take you home
you wake in the morning
but the shame isn't gone
so you turn the bottle
you turn to the weed
yeah
you're drowning in liquor and you watch some tv
but the sixty-inch screen
can't erase what you've seen
'cause that guy in your bed
he isn't me
yeah
i tried and tried to make things better
and to make it work out
but at the end of the day
you're so indecisive and you're just way too proud
and i tried to be what you need
but all you need is a priest
only god can save you now
don't come crying to me
you've been trying to find
anybody that could give you piece of mind
so you go to the bar
let some dude take you home
you wake in the morning
but the shame isn't gone
so you turn the bottle
you turn to the weed
yeah
you're drowning in liquor and you watch some tv
but the sixty-inch screen
can't erase what you've seen
'cause that guy in your bed
he isn't me
he isn't me