Trust You

I'm so sorry that I had sex with your ex-boyfriend

Ex-best friends are leaving late night calls

Calgary to Montreal

I don't get the things you said about why Ian is such a mess

It's like you just need to sit right there and watch me bleed

For what it's worth, what it's worth

I really liked you, and I told you

There's nothing worse, nothing worse

Than hurting someone who trusts you

But nobody trusts you

I'm so sorry that I had sex with the

Guy that all your best friends met

And it was all for you

Bet you'd rather like him too

He wants me to write a song about his tattoos

But all I wanted was something new

Baby, this is déjà vu

For what it's worth (For what it's worth), what it's worth

I really liked you, and I told you

There's nothing worse, nothing worse

Than hurting someone who trusts you

But nobody trusts you