You were never my right kind of wrong, this isn't a love story kind of song
I shouldn't want to but I feel it
The urge to smack you with a brick
You place yourself up high on a pedistule
Well guess what baby I'm knocking you down
You don't own this town
Your words mean nothing to me, I can do what I please
I'm the kind of independent mind you'll never achieve
Your words don't phase me, and you no longer amaze me
Just remember sorrys a word people say when they mean it, not when they're tired of being alone; that's your fault
So when you say "I'm sorry" don't expect a red carpet, a welcome home mat, or open arms of any kind
You'll be lucky if I open the doors
