Don't Get Me Started, Don't Get Me Wrong
Just so you know
I don't like your boss
I don't like your haircut
And I don't like your husband
It was no fun being oh so young and so knowing
Seemed good idea at the time but it wasn't mine, no it wasn't mine
We were gonna leave a monk, we ended up just leaving
Not even needing the things we were thieving
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
You ever hear the one
About the woman who died
From lingering dread
She was a friend of mine
She wrote herself to death
She was a friend of mine
I'll tell you about her
I was a bartender in an airport lounge
She used to hang around, it was a little embarrassing
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
She said if I hear one more love song
By people I know have no heart
Don't get me started
I hummed an old lyric by you
You know it broke my heart
I can still hear it
I can still feel it
Weren't you the one who told me
Son, stop being so dumb, go and have some fun
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
You wanna leave a monk? Try just leaving
Tell me you need all these things that you're stealing
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
As cold as semantics, as cruel as growing up
As subtle as gymnastics, as natural as throwing up
I think you got what you wanted
I think it was just too late
Your burning bridge will not go out
Even at your wake
You wanna have some fun and be oh so young and so knowing
It's a good idea at the time and it will be fine, trust me, it will be fine
You left a bar, just while I was leaving
Leaving to get used to what I was feeling
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
Hey, you wana have some fun?
Don't be so dumb, and not knowing
The damage we can do all the time, and I mean all the time
We should get outta town
Go to Philly or Pittsburgh or Cleveland or even fucking Los Angeles
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
Not Los Angeles
Don't get me started, don't get me
You got me wrong
I don't like your boss
I don't like your haircut
And I don't like your husband
It was no fun being oh so young and so knowing
Seemed good idea at the time but it wasn't mine, no it wasn't mine
We were gonna leave a monk, we ended up just leaving
Not even needing the things we were thieving
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
You ever hear the one
About the woman who died
From lingering dread
She was a friend of mine
She wrote herself to death
She was a friend of mine
I'll tell you about her
I was a bartender in an airport lounge
She used to hang around, it was a little embarrassing
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
She said if I hear one more love song
By people I know have no heart
Don't get me started
I hummed an old lyric by you
You know it broke my heart
I can still hear it
I can still feel it
Weren't you the one who told me
Son, stop being so dumb, go and have some fun
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
You wanna leave a monk? Try just leaving
Tell me you need all these things that you're stealing
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
As cold as semantics, as cruel as growing up
As subtle as gymnastics, as natural as throwing up
I think you got what you wanted
I think it was just too late
Your burning bridge will not go out
Even at your wake
You wanna have some fun and be oh so young and so knowing
It's a good idea at the time and it will be fine, trust me, it will be fine
You left a bar, just while I was leaving
Leaving to get used to what I was feeling
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
Hey, you wana have some fun?
Don't be so dumb, and not knowing
The damage we can do all the time, and I mean all the time
We should get outta town
Go to Philly or Pittsburgh or Cleveland or even fucking Los Angeles
Don't get me started, don't get me wrong
Not Los Angeles
Don't get me started, don't get me
You got me wrong
Credits
Writer(s): Scott M Hollingsworth, Peter Hilton Hess, Peter J Ventantonio, Sandra Malak, Jessica Lynn Townsend, Francis Morin, Rafael Calderon
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