| Choices, everybody make 'em
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| And the truth is, something I’ve been thinking 'bout
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| Respect, you say I don’t give you
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| Maybe I don’t know how
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| Excuses, ooh, I got a lot of them
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| Reasons, why I am the way I am
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| Regret, you say I don’t feel it
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| Maybe I don’t know how
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| Man, it got so ugly (Ugly)
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| I was begging you to stay when you left our house
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| Said you never loved me (Loved me)
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| Had me ducking all the venom flying out your mouth
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| Ooh, closed your heart and you locked me out
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| Ooh, took a beautiful love and I turned it out
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| Every time I hear them talking 'bout you
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| I wonder, did I play myself
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| And sabotage love?
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| Every time I think about me and you (Know I ain’t right)
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| I wonder, did I play myself (When I think about it)
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| And sabotage love?
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| Mirrors, tryin' not to break 'em all
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| Bad luck, seems like they’re always falling
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| Feelings, now I’ve gotta bury them
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| And I don’t know how
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| Memories of us in picture frames
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| Set a fire to 'em just to feed the pain
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| How it got so ugly (Ugly)
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| I was begging you to stay when you left our house
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| Said you never loved me (Loved me)
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| Had me ducking all the venom flying out your mouth
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| Ooh, closed your heart and you locked me out
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| Ooh, took a beautiful love and I turned it out
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| Every time I hear them talking 'bout you (Know I ain’t right)
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| I wonder did I play myself (When I think about it)
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| And sabotage love?
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| Every time I think about me and you (Know I ain’t right)
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| I wonder, did I play myself (When I think about it)
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| And sabotage love?
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| Yeah, I’m often at it admittedly got a habit
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| Of getting in my own way
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| While I’m wishing that I could have it
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| The picket fences and pictures of family
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| And foreign fabrics, I know
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| It’d be in front of me if I could only grasp it
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| I want it, and so did you, 100
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| Was overdue, was runnin'
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| You got the clue took warnings as feelings too
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| I wanna get over you, but I can only blame myself
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| Think it’s time to put these feelings on the shelf
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| For my health, yeah
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| I’m not the best at containin' all my discretions
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| I’m not a saint, but damn it if I don’t come with confessions
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| It’s easy to block our blessings, mistakes are for learning lessons
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| I used this shit as a letter, apologies to my exes, yeah
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| Every time I hear them talking 'bout you (Know I ain’t right)
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| I wonder, did I play myself (When I think about it)
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| And sabotage love?
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| Every time I think about me and you (Know I ain’t right)
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| I wonder, did I play myself (When I think about it)
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| And sabotage love? |
| (Sabotage)
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| Every time I hear them talking 'bout you
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| Apologies to my exes
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| I wonder, did I play myself?
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| Apologies to my exes
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| I used this shit as a letter
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| Apologies to my exes
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| Every time I think about me and you (Oh)
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| I wonder, did I play myself?
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah |