My Wife’s Boyfriend
I, I'm giving up, again on you
Oh, I can't pretend these feelings aren't true
The sky has turned to gray from blue
He doesn't love you like I do; he loves you more
You gave me a chance to change my ways
And now I stay
In the guest bedroom next to
My Wife's Boyfriend
My Wife's Boyfriend
He sleeps in her room every night
I'm next door, waiting for the light
I go to the fridge, steal a fancy beer
That he bought with the money from his job
A dumb IPA called "I Pine for the Fjords"
He gives her the gifts that I can't afford
I'm kind of broke, but I live for my art
A brand new mixtape I'm producing myself
I'm late on rent, she asks me to leave
I just turn up my beats
No I won't live in peace with
My Wife's Boyfriend
My Wife's Boyfriend
(My Wife's Boyfriend)
(My Wife's Boyfriend)
I'm falling apart, I scream and I shout
But it's too late, my wife kicked me out
I lower my head, I'm lost in defeat
Then I remember my Mom lives across the street
I take to the basement that floods in the rain
My dad's in the attic with his model trains
I flop on the couch, think I'm I'm finally free
Guess who's already watching TV
My Mom's Boyfriend
My Mom's Boyfriend
(My Mom's Boyfriend)
(My Mom's Boyfriend)
(My Mom's Boyfriend, etc)
[Crying]
Oh, I can't pretend these feelings aren't true
The sky has turned to gray from blue
He doesn't love you like I do; he loves you more
You gave me a chance to change my ways
And now I stay
In the guest bedroom next to
My Wife's Boyfriend
My Wife's Boyfriend
He sleeps in her room every night
I'm next door, waiting for the light
I go to the fridge, steal a fancy beer
That he bought with the money from his job
A dumb IPA called "I Pine for the Fjords"
He gives her the gifts that I can't afford
I'm kind of broke, but I live for my art
A brand new mixtape I'm producing myself
I'm late on rent, she asks me to leave
I just turn up my beats
No I won't live in peace with
My Wife's Boyfriend
My Wife's Boyfriend
(My Wife's Boyfriend)
(My Wife's Boyfriend)
I'm falling apart, I scream and I shout
But it's too late, my wife kicked me out
I lower my head, I'm lost in defeat
Then I remember my Mom lives across the street
I take to the basement that floods in the rain
My dad's in the attic with his model trains
I flop on the couch, think I'm I'm finally free
Guess who's already watching TV
My Mom's Boyfriend
My Mom's Boyfriend
(My Mom's Boyfriend)
(My Mom's Boyfriend)
(My Mom's Boyfriend, etc)
[Crying]
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Centra
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Another Kill To Die For
- Kicked Out Of Guitar Center
- Christmas In Hell - Single
- Christmas In Hell
- Blew Up The Moon
- The Taste of the Smell of a Horse
- Firesword 2
- These Stains Are Who I Am - EP
- Firesword: Intro / Adventure Begins / Confrontation / Into the Hypercube / Prime Numbers / Dénouement
- Flakes of Your Love
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