You say, that you’ve changed but you haven’t budged an inch
You think you got better but your attitude stinks
You’re still diving down my throat, not giving me a chance
To explain exactly what I mean, do you think I owe you thanks
«You can’t be happy» that’s what she said to me
I think I got better, does my attitude stink?
You’re still jumping down my throat, not giving me a chance
To explain exactly what I mean, do you think I owe you thanks
I tried to summon up feelings for you
But just ended up, empty handed
At least none worth counting
Crap times, bad memories
Always bouncing around through my fingers
I had a good idea on Monday, I thought that it would help me see
But that would end in violence, and that’s not for me
I had a good idea on Monday
I thought that it would help me see
But that would end in violence, and that’s not for me
You think that you’re better but that doesn’t mean a thing
You think that you’ve changed but your attitude stinks
You’re still jumping down my throat, not giving me a chance