by Ty Kovatch
We all get in line, it figures, it figures
It falls on your mind in black and white pictures
And dollars on signs, this isn't the life that you've earned
You dance on his grave like he's not your father
Your name is his name, you wrote off his daughter
What's wrong with you son?
You act like you've never been burned...
And I fall down just for something to do
I would be happy if you'd stay
Night after night, day after day
Look into my eyes...I relate.
You went separate ways over hundreds of dollars
You wonder if blood's really thicker than water
And you can't decide if you'd rather be angry or hurt
Until she made your bed, and she made you believe her
She'd never stop loving and you wouldn't either
Whats wrong with you son?
You act like you've never been sure...
Chorus
Until she made your bed, and she made you believe her
She'd never stop loving and you wouldn't either
What's wrong with you son?
You act like you've never been sure
So you drive and you drive, hoping to leave her
You'd made up your mind that you couldn't keep her
Whats wrong with you son?
You act like a boy whose been burned...
Chorus
© Ty Kovatch 2006
Mary
While We Were Sleeping
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Burned
Giving Her Away
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All Those Friday Nights
Every Pace We Leave
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