Here we go again, I've seen this one too many, times you've brought him back to your room and I've been lied to.

Red cup on the table. That guy is so unstable. Lightweight, can't even commit to all of the mess that he's made. Stuffed full of shit, two faced degenerate. I can't bite my tongue another night, I'm sick of it.

(I'm sick of it)

Chorus: What's the point of falling in love? I'm faking a smile just to fit in. God I messed up, I know I messed up. I'll forget it all in the morning.

Choked up, too late, somethings don't change. You're on the bench again. Seems like I've won this game you've played, an empty trophy case. 

 Seems like some things don't change. 

 What's the point of falling in love? I'm faking a smile just to fit in. God I messed up, I know I messed up. I'll forget it all in the morning.

Seems like some things don't change. 

 What's the point of falling in love? I'm faking a smile just to fit in. God I messed up, I know I messed up. I'll forget it all in the morning.