T.G.I. Goodbye - Better Luck Next Time

Home is where the heart is she says

Well then how can I just get her outta my head?

Isolated and I’d rather be dead

than just hanging on to something I’ll regret

She’s so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her

Better cut her off from all this anger

before she runs a muck over my heart

Save this last dance for me and take me back to things

I never got a chance to see over time:

Thank God this is goodbye

Frustrated, overrated;

take my hand and call it hatred

You’re the one, you’re the one for me Bottled up my feelings all for nothing and I can’t take it Let me out, get her outta my head

Everything she said were lies;

the way she moved, so dead inside

And everything we ever had is over

Everything she said were lies;

the way she looked, so teary-eyed

And everything we ever had is over:

And this time, we’re through

'Cause she’s so pessimistic, somebody ought to save her

Better cut her off from all this anger

before she runs a muck over my heart

Save this last dance for me and take me back to things

I never got a chance to see over time:

Thank God this is goodbye