Months gone by
Was a reasonable guy
You two-faced fake
You hung me out to dry
Like clothes on a line
Goodbye money, goodbye time
Sick of having you
On my mind
You're fucking with my mood
I'm not normally rude
But I'm almost at the brink
Of coming unglued
And I'm about to lose my cool
Lose my cool
It's a two-way street
You're marching to your own beat
Give an inch, take a mile
A long time coming, I've been feeling this something
Need to get it off my chest
Put this to bed, to rest
I can't stand, you must confess
You were in way over your head
You're fucking with my mood
I'm not normally rude
But I'm almost at the brink
Of coming unglued
And I'm about to lose my cool
Lose my cool
Shoulda saw it coming, I
Shoulda saw it coming, I
Shoulda saw it coming, oh
What a waste of time
Shoulda saw it coming, I
Shoulda saw it coming, I
Shoulda saw it coming, oh
What a waste of time
You're fucking with my mood
I'm not normally rude
But I'm almost at the brink
Of coming unglued
And I'm about to lose my cool
Lose my cool
