You say that I suck and I'm lousy You say I can't write Not yet You always told me how to be Now I'm sick of it
Sorry doesn't make it okay When I'm the one that paid your way Don't preach
You're drillin' a hole in my ceiling Too bad it won't rain Who's living without any feeling So don't you complain
Sorry doesn't make it okay When I'm the one that paid your way Sorry doesn't make it okay When I'm the one that paid your way Don't preach
I can't believe what you said How you live, how you love, how you lie You took my money away Made me sleep on the floor that I bought But I don't care anyway Cause I laugh when you cry Do you think you would die if I said Don't preach
Sorry doesn't make it okay When I'm the one that paid your way Sorry doesn't make it okay When I'm the one that paid your way
The house, the bed, the cars and the front porch (cars and the front porch) How's it feel when everthing is paid for (everything is paid for) Already paid for (already paid for) Already paid for (already paid for) Already paid for (already paid for) Already paid for (already paid for) Everybody's paid for Everybody's paid for (everybody's paid for) Everybody's paid for Everybody's paid for