now you’re mad at me bet you thought this couldn’t be have I broken your image of obligatory requited love
when we were twenty-three I took everything you’d said to me wrote it down, carried it around til it eventually reached impound yeah we eventually reached impound
and now you’re mad at me and I’m no longer twenty-three I hope you aim to steer free of doing to someone what you did to me
your friends I thought they were mine too turned out they left along with you now I’m a living example of throw away love
but now can’t you see how you tripped over your own two feet baby you got what you bargained for we all changed the locks on our doors you ain’t leavin til you grow up some more