Oh, why? Oh, why?
You always swear that s*it's gonna change, but it never does
I know it's my fault, I pick up your phone calls
When it's half past one and you're halfway drunk
You say you love me and it sounds so dumb
But you're the only one I can't run away from
The same old songs
I know that you're different in your Air Force 1's
Filling my prescription, I could bite your tongue