I Sit Here

I sit here playing my guitar, thinking about you
I waste my time in these parts, reliving truth
Oh f*** you for the things that you did
Oh f*** me for the things I never said

Your mother called me the other day
Said she needed some help, had some bills to pay
But the world don't give a s***, no, about your problems
It just takes and takes and takes and keeps on revolving
But I, I, I know just where I'm going
And never ever needed anyone to hold me

And I said ooh, I, I...
Ooh, oh

If you wait one minute more
If you won't walk out that door
If you want to know, want to know the truth
Well, here it is
When you're facedown and broken
And nothing's left, no words to be spoken
What do you do, oh, at the bottom of that drink?
And you ask yourself "Why? Is there a reason not to die?"
Could you tell yourself that lie and keep on walking by
No no no no no no no no no

I sit here playing my guitar, thinking about you
I waste my time in these parts, reliving truth
Oh f*** you for the things that you did
Oh f*** me for what I never said