Think of what we could have had
Matching scars, another drag
We don't
I thank the stars we don't
Nights in dingy toilet rooms
Deal a blow and talk resumes
Until
The morning light is still
I've had enough
I'm getting out
Cause it's getting kind of rough
They say that love isn't easy
But I never learned a God damn thing
They say that love isn't easy
But a shot can help remove the sting
Quite in the market town
Apart from bars that you're around
I don't
Miss the words you wrote
I never really knew my Dad
And lost the one I nearly had
And then
You made it worse again
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I've had enough now I'm getting out
It got kinda rough I don't wanna pout
If you think I'm tough I don't think I'll last another time