Over and Over

It’s not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
It’s not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
Now I’m in this thing
This fucking thing
I’m stuck over and over
Yeah, I’m in this thing
This fucking thing
It’s happening over and over
Then you give me things
That make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can feel the days
But I’d like to say
Remember the days when we used to?
But I don’t feel them over and over
It’s not my fault
You said so
You said it over and over
It’s not my fault
You said so
You, you said it over and over
Now I’m in this thing
This fucking thing
It’s happening over and over
Yeah, I’m in this thing
This fucking thing
I’m stuck over and over
And you give me things
That make me sad
You give them over and over
And I can feel the days
But I’d like to say
Remember the days when we used to?
But I don’t feel them over and over
We’re rockers, anyway
Just skin and bones
Good hair, good clothes
And that’s how it goes
We’ve got sweet little toes
And it’s all, all, all, all, all up to me now
There’s a lot of work, work, work, work to do
And it’s all, all, all, all, all up to me now
Leave me be, be, be, be, be I am through