It ain’t over ‘til you’re crying You ain’t the last boy in line You get to pay for ancient history That’s what you get for loving me
All that I gave you are good reasons to go Write them all down, taped to the door Hit the road and go
Swallow your blues, baby You think you’re so tough You might be a good man But you ain’t good enough Oh, it ain’t over ‘til you’re crying
You’re just the fools gold in the mine Like a moth to the burning Sun I want to see how close you’ll come It ain’t about you, baby It’s all about me
I’ll keep you around, tethered and bound ‘Til you beg mercy Then after you’re gone I might just give you a call Tell you I love you But you ain’t worth the fall
