So Point Your Finger at the Bad Guy - Remastered
You're on the wrong track
Stuck in the middle of your ways and what they say
You're always caught up
In the trouble that's pre-made, never okay
And now you're telling me that you don't need
The little things I wanna do
It's never the way you want it
I'm sorry that I'm not enough but you're the one who makes it tough
It's only the way I saw it
So tell me who you are and how you got this far
I'll reach out where you lay, call me your getaway
It's never too late if you're stuck at the bottom
Cause you're not them
I'll never know why you do the things that you're doing
Just to get by
Tell me what it's gonna take
You never want to budge or break
It's really the way you want it
I think out time is growing stale
I never seemed to hit the nail
I'll leave it the way you want it
It's all on you
Tell me who you are and how you got this far
I'll reach out where you lay, call me your getaway
Don't waste your time just leave is what you said to me
I'm one to see things through cause I am just like you
I try to give you everything
So point your finger
I try to pick you off the ground
So point your finger
But you go and tell me
To point my finger
That I don't, That I don't, That I don't need it
So point your finger cause I'm the bad guy
Stuck in the middle of your ways and what they say
You're always caught up
In the trouble that's pre-made, never okay
And now you're telling me that you don't need
The little things I wanna do
It's never the way you want it
I'm sorry that I'm not enough but you're the one who makes it tough
It's only the way I saw it
So tell me who you are and how you got this far
I'll reach out where you lay, call me your getaway
It's never too late if you're stuck at the bottom
Cause you're not them
I'll never know why you do the things that you're doing
Just to get by
Tell me what it's gonna take
You never want to budge or break
It's really the way you want it
I think out time is growing stale
I never seemed to hit the nail
I'll leave it the way you want it
It's all on you
Tell me who you are and how you got this far
I'll reach out where you lay, call me your getaway
Don't waste your time just leave is what you said to me
I'm one to see things through cause I am just like you
I try to give you everything
So point your finger
I try to pick you off the ground
So point your finger
But you go and tell me
To point my finger
That I don't, That I don't, That I don't need it
So point your finger cause I'm the bad guy
Credits
Writer(s): Peter Ippolito
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