Gren

I swear it's not intentional, but I guess I have a type
Someone that likes to put me down and always likes to fight
Too many years were spent with me stuck underneath their boots
Just stomped into the mud all day and I've got the scars for proof

Now normally I don't like to bitch about it
But you had to go be a bitch about it

So I've crossed that line, and I won't come back
To girls like you, I fell into
I've learned to fly, off of your gren
Goodbye and I hope I never see your face again

700 miles away, but we thought we'd take the plunge
90 pounds when soaking wet, but you sure could pack a punch
You'd scream and get me thrown out of the bars that we would go
Then I'd say "Fuck this." And drive home
You can walk back in the snow

Now normally I don't like to bitch about it
But you had to go be a bitch about it

So I've crossed that line, and I won't come back
To girls like you, I fell into
I've learned to fly, off of your gren
Goodbye and I hope I never see your face again

I heard you're happy but I don't care
As long as you're out of my hair
I hope the next guy has more luck
But truth be told I don't give a

And I'm glad I made the call, cause even if she has it all
Then at least I can say I left it all behind