Last Year's Guy

put the car in drive
wipe the tears from my eyes

said bye bye to last year’s guy

tired of the off-white lies
the shifting tides and his shifty eyes

another mixed up guy

did I do something wrong
did I say too much
did I say something wrong
did I cut it short and he liked it long

another guy
bye bye

so I’m not what you want
well why not

what’s wrong with what I got
I was feelin’ hot - but maybe I’m not

whatever, oh well
no! oh hell!

another bloody pelt on my belt
am I nothing more than a junk-drawer whore

who’s gonna be next thru my door
how many more til’ I find [just/the] one

what if…when I…should I…would I…could I…

oh my oh my
bye bye to this year's last year guy...