Not my fault, you said so
Oh, you said it over and over
It’s not my fault, you said so
Oh, you said it over and over

And now I’m in this thing, this fucking thing
I’m stuck over and over
Yea, I’m in this thing, this fucking thing
It’s happening over and over

Then you give me things, they make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can’t feel the days, but I’d like to say
"Remember the days when we used to?"
But I don’t feel them over and over

It’s not my fault, you said so
Oh, you said it over and over
It’s not my fault, you said so
You, you said it over and over

Now I’m in this thing, this fucking thing
It’s happening over and over
Yea, I’m in this thing, this fucking thing
I’m stuck over and over

Then you give me things, they make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can’t feel the days, but I like to say
"Remember the days when we used to?"
But I don’t feel them over and over

We’re rockers anyway, just skin and bones
Good hair, good clothes
And that’s how it goes, we’ve got sweet little toes

And it’s all-all-all-all-all up to me, now
There’s a lot of work-work-work-work to do
And it's all-all-all-all-all up to me, now
Leave me be-be-be-be-be, I am through