3 acessos
I never made time
You never made much sense
We never stood a chance
If we're honest
You were not the first
And I won't be the last
But if it makes it better
Well, you can call me what you will
Get home late
No one's here
Pace around the house
And sit in my chair
And if you think of me
It doesn't mean a thing
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think again?
I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more
I know I let you down
And Christ, you let me know
Every time
And time again
Just another afternoon
Get drunk and disappear
So call me what you will
Rain it on down
What else can you throw at me
I haven't heard before?
And tear me on down
I am unforgivable
So why don't you just tell me
What you really think of me?
And scream me on down
I am so forgettable
Yes, I know
And shoot me on down
Don't you think this isn't killing me?
But it's no more than I deserve
I don't care what you call me
Because it won't hurt any more