I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
To let you know I'm writing you again.
But it's not the same. The names have all changed,
And my best friend and ex-girlfriend aren't to blame.
I did this myself. It's a sick cry for help,
But it doesn't mean the situation's clean.
And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time
To find some piece of mind
It's such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you.
We're both aware through the years that I've been messed up too,
And I shouldn't talk. I should stop. I'm digging deeper holes.
It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl.
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[Lyrics from Her Space Holiday - My Girlfriend's Boyfriend]
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