I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending. I'm not your problem anymore. So who am I offending now?
I can see you starin', honey, like he's just your understudy, like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me.
I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right and how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry.