Told me I shouldn′t watch
Got in your car, then we were nothing
All the nights in your room, shit we got throughLeft in your dust, yeah
Don't know what you got, but I thought we had it
Now I′m supposed to act like it doesn't matter
But I'm writing it down, getting it out
Here′s to me hoping
Someday I′ll come home
And feel like no one's even gone
Play this at my shows
And know that I′ve been moving on
Someday I'll go to bed and I′ll forget I'm lyin′ in your spot
But until someday comes
I'll be writing sad songs
Did I say something wrong
Did you hear what I was thinking
Did I talk way too long
When I told you all my feelings that night
Is it you, is it me
Did you find somebody better
Someone who isn't me
′Cause I know that I was never your type
Never really your type
Overthinking′s got me drinking
Messing with my head, whoa
Tell me what you hate about me
Whatever it is, I'm sorry
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I can be dramatic
But everybody said we had it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I′m coming to terms with a broken heart
I guess that sometimes good things fall apart
When you said it was real, guess I really did believe you
Did you fake how you feel
When we parked down by the river that night, that night
That night when we fogged up the windows in your best friend's car
′Cause we couldn't leave the windows down in december, whoa
Tell me what you hate about me
Whatever it is, I′m sorry
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I can be dramatic
But everybody said we had it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm coming to terms with a broken heart
I guess that sometimes good things fall apart
Overthinking's got me drinking
Messing with my head
Tell me what you hate about me (Tell me)
Whatever it is, I′m sorry (Oh, I′m sorry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, I'm sorry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I can be dramatic (I know I can be)
But everybody said we had it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I′ll be writing sad songs
I'll be writing sad songs
I′ll be writing sad songs
Tell me what you hate about me (Tell me)
Whatever it is, I'm sorry (Oh, I′m sorry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, I'm sorry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know I can be dramatic (I know I can be)
But everybody said we had it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm coming to terms with a broken heart
I guess that sometimes good things fall apart
