You almost ran over him Somehow you'll blame me for it I got out of my car and laid him on his neck While you screamed that's not the way to do it I gave you plenty of me to say something You held it in til' you were blue in the face And I'm tired of going under And I cried again on Sunday And your favorite t-shirt got blood on it For a second I thought you'd explode But maybe this time I'm fine with it Cause your pieces might be easier to know I gave you plenty of me to say something You held it in til' you were blue in the face And I'm tired of going under And I cried again on Sunday