Well I gave him the world my eyes open wide He left me at prom, cheated and lied The girl was mean and empty and bland But I still wear his ring on the finger of my hand These tales that I tell come from days not so swell When love wet the ground not looking I fell My luck shot to shit but I've still got my wit So I quit the drinking, my heart's opened a bit
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well
Now silver spoon guy wears a blazer and tie Women in high heels, too many to decide I threw my bottle straight at this head Man I wish I woulda chose his best friend instead These tales that I tell come from days not so swell When love wet the ground not looking I fell My luck shot to shit but I've still got my wit So I quit the drinking, my heart's opened a bit
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well
Mr. Pretty of the city never one to have wit Night came around we just couldn't quit A wife, a girlfriend, neither was me So I packed my bags and moved from the sea These tales that I tell come from days not so swell When love wet the ground not looking I fell My luck shot to shit but I've still got my wit So I quit the drinking, my heart's opened a bit
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well
Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Tales that I tell Fare thee well