Songwriters: Pritchard, Michael; Wright, Frank E., Iii; Armstrong, Billie Joe;

Now it seems I can't keep my mind off, of you

My brain drifts back to better days we've been through

Like sitting on blacktop of the school grounds

The love I bitched about I finally found



But now it's gone and I take the blame

But there's nothing I can do but take the pain

Why?



Now I dwell on what you remind me of

A sweet young girl who sacrificed her love

As for me I am blind without a cause

And now I realized what I have lost



It was something real that I could have had

Now I play the fool whose stable soul's gone bad

Why?



Tell me all the words I might have said

It's pumping pressure deep inside my head

Was it bad enough to be too late?

Just tell me the words I might have ate

The words I might have ate

The words I might have ate



But now it's gone and I take the blame

But there's nothing I can do but take the pain

Why?



Why?

Why?

Why?

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