We met one Monday night
Where my friend bartends
And always gives me drinks for free
I caught you staring
Or were you comparing
The guy you were talking with to me

Then you said
This place is dead
And this drink is going to my head
Take me home

I will, if you chill
There's still time to kill
And this night just started looking better

She bought herself a guitar
And she learned a few chords
She wrote me a song that goes like this:

Get out, get dressed
You're just like the rest
There's only one thing you're after
You're still the same self-centered bastard
You stay out all night with your shady friends
Just getting plastered
This relationship's just my latest disaster

I thought that I was doing everything right
And giving her everything she needs
But I wake up one morning
And all that she's left is a break-up note
That reads:

You don't, and you won't
Ever see my side of things
Ahh come on
I would, if I could
But everything I thought was good
Would just upset her

Our points of view will never meet
I always miss what's incomplete