Hard Advice

Sometimes, late at night I turn on the radio Your music fills the room I just can't seem to get away from you Saw a life-size paper doll of you In a record store My friends, as well as me Can't seem to let you go It was finished long ago Sometimes he's my best friend Even when he's not around But the sound of his voice Well, it follows me down And reminds me Another famous friend told me "Love doesn't make a clean break" Didn't talk about heartache "You have to let him go" Oh Get over it Remember how it was Before our infamous past Had begun You have to let him go He gives such hard advice, oh He gives such hard advice He says, "Don't think twice Turn off the radio It was finished long ago Go write some real songs This is all wrong" Sometimes he's my best friend Even when he's not around But the sound of his voice Well, it follows me down And reminds me Sometimes he's my best friend Even when he's not around But the sound of his voice Well, it follows me down And reminds me "You have to get over this This pain's gone on too long Go and write some real songs Stay out of music stores Don't buy that doll" Sometimes, sometimes "Turn off that radio Turn off that radio Don't buy that doll Don't buy that doll"