歌词
Three years since the last time she saw his face
Corner of love and hate, her world was falling down
Always felt like he was twelve steps away
Over the pills he'd take, she left him then left town
Cut to now
In Los Angeles lost in the clouds
He calls her when he isn't allowed
And he begs her to please hear him out
But she says
Don't look at me like I'm still your girl
Sorry I wasn't the one, sorry I fell outta love, and
Don't talk to me like you're off the hook
After everything you've done
How could you think you're the one?
Don't look
Sitting at his Brownstone on Baker Street
Sobbing in disbelief, his world was falling down
Found his solace talking in church basements
Chose a new sacrament, and turned his life around
But his dreams
He would toss, he would turn in his sleep
He would sweat through the silk of his sheets
'Cause the pain of that love was too real
When she said
Don't look at me like I'm still your girl
(still your girl, yeah, still your girl, yeah)
Sorry I wasn't the one (not the one)
Sorry I fell outta love, and
Don't talk to me like you're off the hook
(off the hook, yeah, off the hook, yeah)
After everything you've done (what you've done)
How could you think you're the one? (Not the one)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
His bottled lies went and knocked him down
Baby, that's how it is
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
She gave it a try but he knocked her down
Baby, that's how it is
Don't look at me like I'm still your girl
(still your girl, yeah, still your girl, yeah)
Sorry I wasn't the one (not the one)
Sorry I fell outta love, and
Don't talk to me like you're still my friend
(still my friend, yeah, still my friend, yeah)
After everything you've done (what you've done)
How could you think you're the one? (Not the one)
The end
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