You turn me off at the push of a buttonAnd you pretend that I don't mean nothing
I'm not a Saint that's easy to tell
But guess what honey you ain't no angel
You like to scream, use words as a weapon
Go ahead take your best shot woman
I wanna leave that's easy to see
But guess what honey it's not that easy
We get so complicated
These fingers full of memories
So rip my pictures from your wall
Tear them down and burn them all
Light the fire and walk away
There's nothing left to say so
Take the ashes from the floor
Bury them to just make sure
That nothing more is left of me
Just bittersweet memories
