We met one Monday night where my friend bartends
and always gives me drinks for free.
I caught you staring,
or were you comparing the guy you were talking with to me.
Then you said:
"This place is dead, and this drink is going to my head.
Take me home." I will, if you chill, there's still time to kill
and this night just started looking better.
She bought herself a guitar, and she learned a few chords.
She wrote me a song that goes like this:
Get out, get dressed, you're just like the rest,
there's only one thing you're after.
You're still the same self-centered bastard.
You stay out all night with your shady friends just getting plastered.
This relationship's just my latest disaster.
I thought that I was doing everything right
and giving her everything she needs.
But I wake up one morning
and all that she's left is a break-up note that reads:
You don't, and you won't ever see my side of things...
Ahh come on. I would, if I could,
but everything I thought was good would just upset her.
Our points of view will never meet.
I always miss what's incomplete.
