Told me I shouldn′t watch

Got in your car, then we were nothing

All the nights in your room, shit we got throughLeft in your dust, yeah

Don't know what you got, but I thought we had it

Now I′m supposed to act like it doesn't matter

But I'm writing it down, getting it out

Here′s to me hoping

Someday I′ll come home

And feel like no one's even gone

Play this at my shows

And know that I′ve been moving on

Someday I'll go to bed and I′ll forget I'm lyin′ in your spot

But until someday comes

I'll be writing sad songs

Did I say something wrong

Did you hear what I was thinking

Did I talk way too long

When I told you all my feelings that night

Is it you, is it me

Did you find somebody better

Someone who isn't me

′Cause I know that I was never your type

Never really your type

Overthinking′s got me drinking

Messing with my head, whoa

Tell me what you hate about me

Whatever it is, I'm sorry

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know I can be dramatic

But everybody said we had it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I′m coming to terms with a broken heart

I guess that sometimes good things fall apart

When you said it was real, guess I really did believe you

Did you fake how you feel

When we parked down by the river that night, that night

That night when we fogged up the windows in your best friend's car

′Cause we couldn't leave the windows down in december, whoa

Tell me what you hate about me

Whatever it is, I′m sorry

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know I can be dramatic

But everybody said we had it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm coming to terms with a broken heart

I guess that sometimes good things fall apart

Overthinking's got me drinking

Messing with my head

Tell me what you hate about me (Tell me)

Whatever it is, I′m sorry (Oh, I′m sorry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, I'm sorry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know I can be dramatic (I know I can be)

But everybody said we had it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I′ll be writing sad songs

I'll be writing sad songs

I′ll be writing sad songs

Tell me what you hate about me (Tell me)

Whatever it is, I'm sorry (Oh, I′m sorry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, I'm sorry)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know I can be dramatic (I know I can be)

But everybody said we had it

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm coming to terms with a broken heart

I guess that sometimes good things fall apart