Do I wanna be the subject of one more bitter f*ck you love song
Or would I rather save face
Keep it locked in a jar by the door and ponder
Tell me how you feel is a phrase
That rarely ever passes my lips
I mumble "how are you?"
While I'm sweating like a cat on my fingertips
And I wonder, boy, I really wonder
Why I feel this way
And I wonder, still, I really wonder
Why I feel this way
Have another drink
But it stinks so I sit
Edging further away
Could it be that I'll forestall my ruin
By not opening my mouth?
And I wonder, boy, I really wonder
Why I feel this way
And I wonder, still, I really wonder
Why I feel this way
I digress and obsess
And it's all probably born in my head
I try to find all the hints and the traps
In the things that were said
If you ask me how I feel
I'll blush, look down, make excuses, turn away
And I wonder, boy, I really wonder
Why I feel this way
And I wonder, still, I really wonder
Why I feel this way
Hey!
Yeah!
I'm feeling syndicated