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