A punk song. All me.
Story behind the song
The classic struggle between facing the truth and the temptation to blame.
Lyrics
If I told you 'bout the b*** who ruined my life,
You wouldn't believe it
And neither do I
Because she's not the b*** who ruined my life.
When I tell you how she stabbed me in the back,
Demand to see the evidence
Like a forensic detective
Because she never stabbed me in the back.
The b*** who ruined my life is practicing my philosophy.
I never meant to teach a correspondence course.
Now she's gone and taken it to it's logical conclusion.
Proving a bird in hand's worth more than a bush man.
Then I'll tell you how it's just one of those things,
And doing as she pleases
Is just what I wanted.
It's just one of those things that ruin your life.
If I had a dime for every time I damned her
And put it in an IRA.
I still wouldn't have her,
But I'd have some money socked away.
How are you. I'm fine. I think it's going to rain.
I mean that metaphorically.
I just changed the subject
To talk about the b*** who ruined my life.
If you're tired of the b*** who ruined my life
And wish I could get over her.
Don't know if I want to,
Because I need the b*** who ruined my life.