Lyrics eli. – he isn’t me

I’m not good with words, but I’ll sure make this hurt
You’re so careless and so selfish, yeah, you’re nothin’ but a flirt

You’re lower than dirt, showing off in that skirt
You think I’m basic like these other guys, well hunny you’ll learn

If you don’t know a thing about me, know that I can be alone
I’m independent, I can carry on and do things on my own

I don’t need you in my life, but damn, you sure made me feel nice
But now it’s over, had your chance, now maybe in another life

You’ve been trying to find
Anybody that could give you piece of mind

So you go to the bar, let some dude take you home
You wake in the morning, but the shame isn’t gone

So you turn the bottle, you turn to the weed
Yeah, you’re drowning in liquor and you watch some TV

But the sixty-inch screen, can’t erase what you’ve seen
‘Cause that guy in your bed, he isn’t me

You say there’s plenty of guys, plenty of guys
But when I see out in public, got no man by your side

Yeah you never make eyes, you know that kills me inside
I wish that we could be mature and learn to move past the lies

But you’re so childish, I’m done with it, I’m tired of this stress
Talk about me to your friends, but you’re still calling for sex

Bet you don’t tell ’em that, I bet they don’t know the half
Spreadin’ rumors ’bout me only makes yourself look more daft

You’ve been trying to find
Anybody that could give you piece of mind

So you go to the bar, let some dude take you home
You wake in the morning, but the shame isn’t gone

So you turn the bottle, you turn to the weed
Yeah, you’re drowning in liquor and you watch some TV

But the sixty-inch screen, can’t erase what you’ve seen
‘Cause that guy in your bed, he isn’t me

Yeah, I tried and tried to make things better
And to make it work out

But at the end of the day, you’re so indecisive and you’re just way too proud

And I tried to be what you need
But all you need is a priest

Only God can save you now
Don’t come crying to me

You’ve been trying to find
Anybody that could give you piece of mind

So you go to the bar, let some dude take you home
You wake in the morning, but the shame isn’t gone

So you turn the bottle, you turn to the weed
Yeah, you’re drowning in liquor and you watch some TV

But the sixty-inch screen, can’t erase what you’ve seen
‘Cause that guy in your bed, he isn’t me, he isn’t me