SINGER: Stroke 9

SONG:Latest Disaster

We met one monday night where my friend bartends
and always gives me drinks for free.
i caught you staring,
or were you comparing the guy you were talking with to me.
then you said:
"this place is dead, and this drink is going to my head.
take me home." i will, if you chill, there's still time to kill
and this night just started looking better.
she bought herself a guitar, and she learned a few chords.
she wrote me a song that goes like this:
Get out, get dressed, you're just like the rest,
there's only one thing you're after.
you're still the same self-centered bastard.
you stay out all night with your shady friends just getting plastered.
this relationship's just my latest disaster.
I thought that i was doing everything right
and giving her everything she needs.
but i wake up one morning
and all that she's left is a break-up note that reads:
you don't, and you won't ever see my side of things...
ahh come on. i would, if i could,
but everything i thought was good would just upset her.
Our points of view will never meet.
i always miss what's incomplete.