You never knew me well and I can tell you now
We had no chance in hell.
I would swear to God (if I believed that he was true)
Every time we fucked I wasn't thinking of you.

Two weeks gone by.
I'll take the long way home.
Whenever I was up inside of you
I realized I was better off alone.
Beat down, passed around and used,
I'll take your self-respect and go.

Two months gone by.
Middle finger to your bedroom window
Saying goodbye to my old thing.
Eyes wide to see what the new brings
You never knew me well and I can tell you now
We had no chance in hell.
I would swear to God (if I believed that he was true)
Every time we fucked I wasn't thinking of you.