Lyrics

I knew it wouldn't last.
It all happened so fast.
One minute they were so in love and the next one she had passed.
I always had my doubts.
I figured it all out.
I knew something was curious when he would talk about
How love wasn't a race,
The guilt writ on his face,
Right there in black and white,
I think it serves him right.

I told you it was him.
I tell it like it is.
The story served his purpose and look at what he did.
I just read the lines
The acts are his designs.
I don't tell him what to do, I just tell it back to you.
And I will tell you this,
He killed her with his kiss.
I think it serves him right.

Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart.
Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart.

The words are adding up.
The overflowing cup.
The leads and the details are enough to tip the scale.
Take his life for a refrain,
Make the verses his domain,
Put him inside of the frame
And have him tell the tale again.
A life in paper he will serve.
The correction he deserves.
A lifetime to recite,
I think it serves him right.

Everyone's agreed
That David did mislead
As he concealed from everyone his crimes and his misdeeds
More power in the sentence
Than in the power of the word.
His time into tenses
And his actions into verbs. I
T serves him right.

Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart.
Maybe it was my fault and I deserve to be upset,
Maybe the price of being wrong is a lifetime of regret.
So please tear up my memories into a thousand little parts
And give them to somebody else so that they won't tear up my heart.

Box up the hopes I had to change,
I don't want them around.
Strike a nail into the coffin and put it in the ground.
If a confession's what you want,
I'm happy to oblige.
Sing it from the mountaintops,
I know the truth's a lie.
So throw me to the lions to give them a bitter meal.
An eternity of hurt couldn't compare to how I feel.
Or lock me up forever,
I won't put up a fight.
I tried to steal a little love from life,
I know it serves me right.