Writing's On The Wall

Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me
About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen
It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece

Head out the window
Sweat on the pillow
It's been keeping me up at night
Guess this is what love feels like, alright
Seems like your shoulder
Keeps getting colder
But, babe, I was raised in the cold
Wish I could do what I'm told

Ah, now

Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me
About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen
It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece
(Hey)
Son of a gun, but I know that he's right
'Cause the girl that I love never treated me nice
Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read
You're forgetting me

Losing my patience
Confusing the waitress
And asking her way too much
Like, "Why am I still in love?"
Somebody who leaves me
Way too easy
She said, "Honey, you'll be alright"
But she gets paid to be nice

Ah, hell

Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me
About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen
It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece
(Hell yeah)
Son of a gun, but I know that he's right
'Cause the girl that I love never treated me nice
Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read
Ooh, you're forgetting me

(Yeah)
(Uh)
(Shit)
(Hey)
Ooh, you're forgetting me
(E-e-ey)
(E-e-ey)
(E-e-ey)
Oh, you're forgetting me

Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me (e-e-ey)
About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen
It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece
Ooh, you're forgetting me
Son of a gun, but I know that he's right (e-e-ey)
'Cause the girl I love never treated me nice
Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read (e-ey)
You're forgetting me