Writing's On The Wall

Dad's on the phone and he's lecturing me

'Bout a girl that he met back when he was nineteen

It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece

Head out the window

Sweat on the pillow

It's been keeping me up at night

Guess this is what love feels like all right

Seems like your shoulder

Keeps getting colder

But, babe, I was raised in the cold

Wish I could do what I'm told

Oh, now

Dad's on the phone and he's lecturing me

'Bout a girl that he met back when he was nineteen

It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece

Son of a gun, but I know that he's right

'Cause the girl that I loved never treated me nice

Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read

You're forgetting me

Losing my patience

Confusing the waitress

And asking her way too much

Like, "Why am I still in love

With somebody who leaves me

Way too easy?"

She said, "Honey, you'll be alright"

But she gets paid to be nice

Oh, hell

Dad's on the phone and he's lecturing me

'Bout a girl that he met back when he was nineteen

It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece

Son of a gun, but I know that he's right

'Cause the girl that I loved never treated me nice

Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read

Ooh, you're forgetting me

Ooh, you're forgetting me

Oh, you're forgetting me

Dad's on the phone and he's lecturing me

'Bout a girl that he met back when he was nineteen

It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece

Ooh, you're forgetting me

Son of a gun, but I know that he's right

'Cause the girl that I loved never treated me nice

Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read

You're forgetting me