You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list Girl, you know that I tried to hang the Moon for you My infatuation was genuine through and through I guess I was smittin', but now I can finally see the light Girl, you stomped all over my heart, and that ain't right You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list Girl, you're provin' you can't be true I'm tired of playin' the fool for you Like a politician, or a damned old T.V. preacher man I'm jottin' down your name onto things that I don't understand I'm fed up with your bull, oh I don't know why it took so long I guess I ain't too smart but my heart wants to dedicate one last song You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list Girl, you're provin' you can't be true I'm tired of playin' the fool for you You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list You left me singin' the blues again It's plain to see that you ain't my friend You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list Girl, you're provin' you can't be true I'm tired of playin' the fool for you You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list You left me singin' the blues again It's plain to see that you ain't my friend You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list Girl, you're provin' you can't be true I'm tired of playin' the fool for you You're comin' off-a my bucket list You're goin' on to my fuck-it list You left me singin' the blues again It's plain to see that you ain't my friend