We Met One Monday Night Where My Friend Bartends

And Always Gives Me Drinks For Free.

I Caught You Staring,

Or Were You Comparing The Guy You Were Talking With To Me.

Then You Said:

"This Place Is Dead, And This Drink Is Going To My Head.

Take Me Home." I Will, If You Chill, There's Still Time To Kill

And This Night Just Started Looking Better.

She Bought Herself A Guitar, And She Learned A Few Chords.

She Wrote Me A Song That Goes Like This:



Get Out, Get Dressed, You're Just Like The Rest,

There's Only One Thing You're After.

You're Still The Same Self-centered Bastard.

You Stay Out All Night With Your Shady Friends Just Getting Plastered.

This Relationship's Just My Latest Disaster.



I Thought That I Was Doing Everything Right

And Giving Her Everything She Needs.

But I Wake Up One Morning

And All That She's Left Is A Break-up Note That Reads:

You Don't, And You Won't Ever See My Side Of Things...

Ahh Come On. I Would, If I Could,

But Everything I Thought Was Good Would Just Upset Her.



Our Points Of View Will Never Meet.

I Always Miss What's Incomplete.