he isn't me (acoustic version)

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