It ain’t over ‘til you’re crying
You ain’t the last boy in line
You get to pay for ancient history
That’s what you get for loving me
All that I gave you are good reasons to go
Write them all down, taped to the door
Hit the road and go
Swallow your blues, baby
You think you’re so tough
You might be a good man
But you ain’t good enough
Oh, it ain’t over ‘til you’re crying
You’re just the fools gold in the mine
Like a moth to the burning Sun
I want to see how close you’ll come
It ain’t about you, baby
It’s all about me
I’ll keep you around, tethered and bound
‘Til you beg mercy
Then after you’re gone
I might just give you a call
Tell you I love you
But you ain’t worth the fall
