Your mouth is like a water spout and I can't hear a thing
The tilting of your head, upon your sheetless bed disturbs me
In all the time it took to craft your boy cookbook, you could've left me, you should've left me
But then the moment passed, and you were consequently crass, crying, pleading
Time and time again
You won't find what you want in a friend
So you dig in every spot you can find
For another guy
When I hear you speak, I want to turn and leave
Can you blame me?
I thought that we had more, but you thought I was a bore
How sweet?
The timing wasn't right, but I put up a fight
You weren't leaving, why are you leaving?
I gave you all I had, and I even thought your dad really liked me
Time and time again
You won't find what you want in a friend
So you dig in every spot you can find
For another guy
It was all your fault
Time and time again
You won't find what you want in a friend
So you dig in every spot you can find
For another guy