Thank Me for That

Blame this messed up knee on a cross Country team in the Friday night lights Blame the scar on my chin for getting mixed up In that "you don't mess with my best friend" fight And the yes sir, yes ma'am Never quite give a damn was handed down from my old man Blame it all on my momma For my tendency to wanna bow my head and say amen But when it comes to holdin' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam Drops a needle on it, back to front And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back Yeah, you can thank me for that You can thank me for that Wish I could point a little blame, but there ain't one thing that she did wrong Just one lie about some other guy would put some move in my movin' on And all I can pin on that girl is she took my world and made it better with her in it Now there ain't no other way to spin it But when it comes to holdin' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam Drops a needle on it, back to front And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back Yeah, you can thank me for that You can thank me for the messed up head And that part that won't let me stop missin' her When I go to point a finger, I just aim it at the man in the mirror Yeah But when it comes to holdin' on to a long hone lonely at last call, I wanna call her up And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam Drops a needle on it, back to front And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back Yeah, you can thank me for that You can thank me for that Oh You can thank me for that