I Sit Here

I sit here playing my guitar, thinking about you I waste my time in these parts, reliving truth Oh f*** you for the things that you did Oh f*** me for the things I never said Your mother called me the other day Said she needed some help, had some bills to pay But the world don't give a s***, no, about your problems It just takes and takes and takes and keeps on revolving But I, I, I know just where I'm going And never ever needed anyone to hold me And I said ooh, I, I... Ooh, oh If you wait one minute more If you won't walk out that door If you want to know, want to know the truth Well, here it is When you're facedown and broken And nothing's left, no words to be spoken What do you do, oh, at the bottom of that drink? And you ask yourself "Why? Is there a reason not to die?" Could you tell yourself that lie and keep on walking by No no no no no no no no no I sit here playing my guitar, thinking about you I waste my time in these parts, reliving truth Oh f*** you for the things that you did Oh f*** me for what I never said