It doesn't feel right
It doesn't feel good
I do not have a better reason, though I know I should
Things are just weird
There's a definite strain
Words don't come easy for me, I can't really explain
She says: "How could you leave me this way?"
But I have nothing else to say
She says: "What you've done to me is wrong
It's been your fault all along
And don't you God Damn write a song about me"
And I say I won't
I say I won't
I promise I won't
But if I did
Would you be mad?
Even if it focused on the good times we had?
She says: "You got no heart"
She says: "You got no soul"
I say I do, they're just hard to control
Because in a couple month's time
I might understand what went wrong through a rhyme
She says: "Your brain is what is wrong
Now I know it won't be long
Before you God Damn write a song about me
Don't you God Damn write a song about me"
But I'm begging you, please
It's who I am, it's the only way
That I can express
That I can express all the things that I wish I could say
She says: "I don't care
If you can't or you can
If you can't say it to my face, then you're no kind of man"
So then I say Fine, if you demand
That I change who I am then I understand
And as I walk out the door with no shame
She says: "Hey, at least change my fuckin name
When you God Damn write your song
When you God Damn write your song
When you God Damn write your song
About me"
I say I promise that it's true
I swear it, girl, I do
I won't write about you, Emily