It's four o'clock in the evening
I'm crying in the living room
Thinking about burning your t-shirts
And snapping your records until
Why do you do this to me?
I'm sick of heartache and pain
And
they say that your twenties are special
But I don't feel special these days
Why,
why am I wasting my pretty years Messing with someone like you?
Getting all drunk and
obsessive Oh,
cause that's just what you make me do
Oh,
why am I wasting my pretty years Trying to make you love me too?
Screaming and crying like this Ain't good for my skin
Won't waste pretty on you Don't tell me what to do
And don't you tell me I should smile more Cause boy,
I did before I met you
I did before I let you Make me think I needed somebody
Needed anybody to come to my rescue Why do you do this to me?
I just wanted love in the prime of
my life How did it end up this way?