Face The Music (As Long As It's My Song Or the 12 Others I Wrote About How Much I Hate You)

I've got a bunch of sweet nothings in my ear,
Another late night, another stupid fight,
You put the world on my shoulders constantly.
Maybe it's time for you and me...
To let go.

Don't you dare feel sorry for me,
I've got shoes on my feet and the whole world;
And a notch on your bedpost,
Just for me.

And maybe we're spiralling downwards,
Out every night just to get you off of my mind,
Trying to forget each other every time we're not together.
Maybe we're not supposed to be this way.

Well I crossed my heart and hoped to die,
That if I got you, I'd never want you to go.
Well maybe it was just a lie
(God damn, I wish this was all just so easy)

I hope you hear this song on the radio,
Hear my voice singing that I don't want you,
Can't tell you myself, just listen to the music.

And maybe we're spiralling downwards,
Out every night just to get you off of my mind,
Trying to forget each other every time we're not together.
Maybe we're not supposed to be this way.

Well once upon a time I tried to write you a love song,
But I burned the page just last week.