I Fought For Your Old Shoes; I'm The Message Carrier, Dear

Well, I was born between
Two bad shows
By the parking meter
Where we spent those nights,
And sometimes I wish
We had our summer skin
As the modern grass grew

These aren't my words
Their her's
So don't blame this on me;
I may be the message carrier,
But I am not the fool;
These are Meggie's words,
Not her's,
So she may be the fool

But I fought for
Pink ballet shoes
In that old vintage store
Just down the road
And sometimes I hate
The sound of your laugh
Even though it taught me to live

These aren't my words
Their her's
So don't blame this on me;
I may be the message carrier,
But I am not the fool;
These are Meggie's words,
Not her's,
So she may be the fool

Or is it worth the memories,
That we're certified now,
From the community college
That left that arrogant stench
And sometimes I agree
With you're bad opinions
Because they're spoken in a beautiful tone

These aren't my words
Their her's
So don't blame this on me;
I may be the message carrier,
But I am not the fool;
These are Meggie's words,
Not her's,
So she may be the fool

I won't,
I don't,
I argue,
I remember,
Oh, I won't
Oh, I don't,
Oh, I argue,
Oh, I remember
The bad things we dreamt
And the half filled wine glass
That left us in tears

These aren't my words
Thier her's
So don't blame this on me;
I may be the message carrier,
But I am not the fool;
These are Meggie's words,
Not her's,
So she may be the fool