Do you remember that night?
the night that we met
you were such a little flirt
and my mind was in the dirt
and it wasn't my fault
that you were in tears
from a guy who you now mostly fear
"Honesty is policy, this time" you said to me
and he wasn't the one that you thought he would be
and if I wanted to, I could go out with you
I am that one, you have to believe me this time
Breaking Down the aspects of my life
it's not what I wanted and not what I needed it to be
