Toes

I was fucked around when I was chasing you
I reckon at the time you realised it too, oh, didn't you?
I never even heard you try apologise
All you did was deny it to my demise, oh, what a suprise

So whatcha know about my goals?
I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
I think you're stepping on my toes
I think you're stepping on my toes

I always hoped that you would reconsider me but
You had eyes for those guys that were six foot three
And had a degree
And now I know I'm so much better off without you
You wiped the cloth from my eyes, got me up off the couch
I started writing about you

Mm, mm-mm
So whatcha know about my goals?
I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
I think you're stepping on my toes
I think you're stepping on my toes

And if you could only feel just how I feel
Maybe you would realise
But the truth is that it hurts you to be real
What a way to live your life

So whatcha know about my goals?
I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
I think you're stepping on my toes
I think you're stepping on my toes
So whatcha know about my goals?
I'm feeling that you don't quite know about me
I think you're stepping on my toes
I think you're stepping on my toes
So whatcha know about my goals?