Writing's On The Wall

Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece Head out the window Sweat on the pillow It's been keeping me up at night Guess this is what love feels like, alright Seems like your shoulder Keeps getting colder But, babe, I was raised in the cold Wish I could do what I'm told Ah, now Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece (Hey) Son of a gun, but I know that he's right 'Cause the girl that I love never treated me nice Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read You're forgetting me Losing my patience Confusing the waitress And asking her way too much Like, "Why am I still in love?" Somebody who leaves me Way too easy She said, "Honey, you'll be alright" But she gets paid to be nice Ah, hell Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece (Hell yeah) Son of a gun, but I know that he's right 'Cause the girl that I love never treated me nice Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read Ooh, you're forgetting me (Yeah) (Uh) (Shit) (Hey) Ooh, you're forgetting me (E-e-ey) (E-e-ey) (E-e-ey) Oh, you're forgetting me Dad's on the phone, and he's lecturing me (e-e-ey) About a girl that he met back when he was nineteen It's never gonna work 'cause the puzzle won't piece Ooh, you're forgetting me Son of a gun, but I know that he's right (e-e-ey) 'Cause the girl I love never treated me nice Writing's on the wall, I pretend I can't read (e-ey) You're forgetting me