[words are like daggers]
truely i am sorry if my words i sent to hurt you
found there mark and drove it home
with the point of my heart

[sober,what?]
so much for good tuesdays, things quickly turned bad
and you wouldnt surrender, on top of all that
she told me a story. i made it my life.
when she got all self-righteous.
i knew i was right.
so i came here this evening, cashed check & broke heart
to tell you im leaving - but just to my car.
somebody someday should tell me
what i dont want to know.
ive got no more to say to ya, baby
i gotta go.
i gotta go.
she told me how her friends say she should leave me to die
well she did and she didnt, depends from which side
she wronged me so often, but its easy to start
from the first lie she told me
when i gave her my heart.
so im drinking my whiskey; but i still miss your kiss
maybe someone will miss me...and find me like this
and just maybe they'll tell me
what i dont want to know
ive got no more to say to ya, baby
i gotta go.
yeah, i gotta go.