I keep thinkin bout her I keep thinkin bout her i keep thinkin bout How she hated everything about me and how she ruined everything in my life
I’d be driving and I’d play my favorite song
I said Oh no this is where I came from She would mock me when I’d try and sing along Not in a fun sort of flirty sort of way More a disgusted sort of bitchy sort of way She said there’s not even a melody to this song I said its fun at the show when you scream along She said it’s not music She said it makes her sick I said oh no this is where I came from
I keep thinkin bout her I keep thinkin bout her I keep thinkin bout How she hated everything about me and how she ruined everything in my life.
and I'd still pick any of them over you I tried to take her out to hang with the people I know and she never ever wanted to go Not in a sweet sort of timid sort of way more a judgemental sort of stuck up sort of way She said I don’t understand what you see in them I said you don’t gotta be a saint to be my friend Some are pop stars some have stolen cars and I’d still pick any of them over you.
I’m proud of me Proud of what I’ve done Proud of who I am Yeah Im proud to be a man Im proud of me Proud of where I’ve been Proud of leaving you Yeah I’d do it all again