How did it come to this Dividing of possessions? Only reason it got this far is your Childish obsession With everything you thought I’d be But could not deliver All that loving me ever did was run you through the wringer
You say you don’t do it for fame Or financial gain And didn’t you always stick by me Through everything You give the sweetest kisses dear But you leave the stinger All that loving you ever did was run me through the wringer
So don’t just sit there playing with your life Honey pull the trigger You’ve gotta leave everyone behind To really be a winner You give the sweetest kisses dear But you leave the stinger All the honey that we made started tasting bitter I want to be a symphony but I'm just a singer And all that singing ever does is run me through the wringer
