The Book

I don’t show up early
I don’t leave things up to fate
Never been that good at admitting my mistakes
I could win a battle without a second look
But when it comes to you breaking my heart
I could write the book
I don’t get things off the grapevine
Small talk ain’t for me
I don’t worry 'bout the weather
Cause I can take the heat
At times my disposition can be misunderstood
But when it comes to you breaking my heart
I could write the book
Oooo I know how the story goes down
I’ve told it about a hundred times now
You’re my darkest desperation
Worst kind of creation
Even though I know the story don’t end good
I could write the book
Started with the Judas kiss
That pushed me to the brink
Guess we’ve always been the stars of our little tragedy
Addicted to commotion
Wouldn’t change it if I could
When it comes to you breaking my heart
I could write the book
Ohh I know how the story goes down
I’ve told it about a hundred times now
You’re my darkest desperation
Worst kind of creation
Even though I know the story don’t end good
Hell I could write the book
But I won’t give it all away
Everybody knows a good heartbreak…
Ohh I know how the story goes down
I’ve told it about a hundred times now
You’re my darkest desperation
Worst kind of creation
Even though I know the story don’t end good
Hell I could write the book
Oh I oh I
I could write the book