You turn me off at the push of a button And you pretend that I don't mean nothing I'm not a saint that's easy to tell But guess what honey you ain't no angel
You like to scream, use words as a weapon Well go ahead take your best shot woman I wanna leave you it's easy to see But guess what honey it's not that easy
We get so complicated (complicated) This finger's for our memories
So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire, walk away There's nothing left to say so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories
Don Gilmore, Matthew Tuck, Jay James, Michael “Moose” Thomas, Michael Paget
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