Butch Walker

Now honey, dry your eyes.
Get back in the car.
There's no need to end it this way.
That's what she said, when I shot off the head
Of our love on that one Saturday.
I've got my share of faults, this much is true.
I talk to much about me, to everyone I know.
The one thing I do now, is talk more about you and how
I can't believe I just let you go.
There's never a pill, strong enough to make me feel like
all your fingers could do.
I passed your place, I saw your car, I thought of you.
There goes that guy I know,
He comes to all my shows.
Stealing every move I'm about.
And he's a little bit younger, and a hell of a lot more fit.
And I hate his mouth and everything that comes out.
If there's one thing I know
Is you can't trust a man.