| I’ll paint you a picture, yeah of a girl in black | 
| Staring at me from across the room, and as we dance | 
| She’s whispering everything I wanna hear | 
| But I’ve felt like this so many times, so what’s one more, dear? | 
| Here I am by myself again | 
| Sweet soft lips, didn’t notice it | 
| You need the rush of what I give | 
| But your pretty little heart, it belongs to him | 
| If he breaks it, I’m waiting | 
| End of the bar in the corner faded | 
| But you don’t care, I fear | 
| Now I’m sick of waiting up | 
| It seems my love isn’t good enough so | 
| Take those lips and get them out of my head | 
| You’re undressed, his apartment | 
| I’m drunk, left with nothing | 
| Don’t trust the devil 'cause she’s not who you think she is | 
| No, she’s not who you think she is | 
| I’m getting sick, sick, sick of it | 
| No, she’s not who you think she is | 
| I’m getting sick of it, sick of it, ooh | 
| You’re twisting it | 
| Looks to kill and you’re killing it | 
| Pulled me and I’m fixed in it | 
| You burn the air and I breathe it in | 
| And you fuck with me everyday | 
| I know you say, it’s probably better this way | 
| I only wish you could stay, wish you could stay | 
| I’ve had enough, so | 
| I’m sick of waiting up | 
| It seems my love isn’t good enough so | 
| Take those lips and get them out of my head | 
| You’re undressed, his apartment | 
| I’m drunk, left with nothing | 
| Don’t trust the devil 'cause she’s not who you think she is | 
| Take it from me, she’ll lead you in | 
| Lips like hell and you’ll burn for it | 
| I don’t think girl you can handle it | 
| And I’m sick of taking blame in every argument | 
| Done with all the bitching and wishing you would never go | 
| Sick of taking your hate with me out on the road | 
| And if I come back and you’re not there | 
| If I come back and you’re not there | 
| I’m givin' up, givin' up, givin' up, baby | 
| I’m givin' up, givin' up, givin' up | 
| Now I’m sick of waiting up | 
| It seems my love isn’t good enough so | 
| Take those lips and get them out of my head | 
| You’re undressed, his apartment | 
| I’m drunk, left with nothing | 
| Don’t trust the devil cause she’s not who you think she is | 
| I’m sick of waiting up | 
| I’m not good enough, no | 
| You’re undressed, his apartment | 
| I’m drunk, left with nothing | 
| Don’t trust the devil cause she’s not who you think, no | 
| Not who you think she is |