It's my mess and I'm to blame
Like father, just like son
And I don't know how they're supposed to help you
But it hurts to feel so far from God
So if you wanna piece of me
Fucking well wait in line
Promises made to be broken
I became the thing I hated

I'm gonna say no when you ask me to dance
Bite my tongue, not laugh at your jokes
You swore it'd be different the second time round
And I believed you, I believed you
But you broke me with your hands
Buy you flowers, just break down
Cry a little every now and then
Cry a little, I'll never change