Over and Over

Not my fault, you said so

Oh, you said it over and over

It’s not my fault, you said so

Oh, you said it over and over

And now I’m in this thing, this fucking thing

I’m stuck over and over

Yea, I’m in this thing, this fucking thing

It’s happening over and over

Then you give me things, they make me sad

You give them over and over

And I can’t feel the days, but I’d like to say

"Remember the days when we used to?"

But I don’t feel them over and over

It’s not my fault, you said so

Oh, you said it over and over

It’s not my fault, you said so

You, you said it over and over

Now I’m in this thing, this fucking thing

It’s happening over and over

Yea, I’m in this thing, this fucking thing

I’m stuck over and over

Then you give me things, they make me sad

You give them over and over

And I can’t feel the days, but I like to say

"Remember the days when we used to?"

But I don’t feel them over and over

We’re rockers anyway, just skin and bones

Good hair, good clothes

And that’s how it goes, we’ve got sweet little toes

And it’s all-all-all-all-all up to me, now

There’s a lot of work-work-work-work to do

And it's all-all-all-all-all up to me, now

Leave me be-be-be-be-be, I am through