You Can Write About What You Want

Well, I'm not sure if you're angry

But I'm not gonna stick around

To find out

Because this is not worth the time

And the hours on the bus I'd write about you

Were wasted words

We can patch things up for another week

But there's no point if everything is my fault

It's all my fault

Sitting inside your living room

Screaming "I hate the things you do"

Inside of your head

Time after time you fall

For the same mistakes you made

When you thought that love belonged

To you, to you, to you, to you

You said, "you can write about what you want"

If that's true, why do I feel like shit when you call?

We can patch things up for another week

But there's no point if everything is my fault

It's all my fault