Thank Me for That

Blame this messed up knee on a cross
Country team in the Friday night lights
Blame the scar on my chin for getting mixed up
In that "you don't mess with my best friend" fight
And the yes sir, yes ma'am
Never quite give a damn was handed down from my old man
Blame it all on my momma
For my tendency to wanna bow my head and say amen

But when it comes to holdin' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up
And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam
Drops a needle on it, back to front
And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me
Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back
Yeah, you can thank me for that
You can thank me for that

Wish I could point a little blame, but there ain't one thing that she did wrong
Just one lie about some other guy would put some move in my movin' on
And all I can pin on that girl is she took my world and made it better with her in it
Now there ain't no other way to spin it

But when it comes to holdin' on to a long gone lonely at last call, wanna call her up
And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam
Drops a needle on it, back to front
And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me
Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back
Yeah, you can thank me for that

You can thank me for the messed up head
And that part that won't let me stop missin' her
When I go to point a finger, I just aim it at the man in the mirror
Yeah

But when it comes to holdin' on to a long hone lonely at last call, I wanna call her up
And that messy side of me takes a Whitley side beam
Drops a needle on it, back to front
And the pissed off part of me is hanging on a memory of me
Walking out on what ain't ever comin' back
Yeah, you can thank me for that
You can thank me for that

Oh
You can thank me for that