I knew it wasn't right,
what I saw that night,
the way you looked at her
under that street light.
her skirt blew in the breeze
I felt my heart freeze,
there past her thigh highs
your hand was squeezed.
I ran off in the snow.
You didn't even know
when I finally left you
it was why I had to go.
The snow it melts away
gets warmer every day.
It happened over time,
I forgot the sunshine.
Now with the darkness past
I am free at last
and I wonder if its true
if I ever loved you.
And now this bird has flown
You're reaping what you've sewn
I hear you tried to find me
I'm better off alone
I wasn't very smart
But, it's time for a new start
I think I'll raise a glass
and toast my broken heart
You're such a fucking guy
you didn't even try
I don't know what to say now
besides, I hope you die.
Chorus
credits
from Scourge of the Drinking Classes,
released October 12, 2011
Allison Yates (lyrics), Jason Proctor (production), Ron West (guitar), Matt Kehoe (guitar)
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