Over and Over - Chris Garneau

It’s not my fault

You said so

You said it over and over

It’s not my fault

You said so

You said it over and over

Now I’m in this thing

This fucking thing

I’m stuck over and over

Yeah, I’m in this thing

This fucking thing

It’s happening over and over

Then you give me things

That make me sad

You give them over and over

And I can feel the days

But I’d like to say

Remember the days when we used to?

But I don’t feel them over and over

It’s not my fault

You said so

You said it over and over

It’s not my fault

You said so

You, you said it over and over

Now I’m in this thing

This fucking thing

It’s happening over and over

Yeah, I’m in this thing

This fucking thing

I’m stuck over and over

And you give me things

That make me sad

You give them over and over

And I can feel the days

But I’d like to say

Remember the days when we used to?

But I don’t feel them over and over

We’re rockers, anyway

Just skin and bones

Good hair, good clothes

And that’s how it goes

We’ve got sweet little toes

And it’s all, all, all, all, all up to me now

There’s a lot of work, work, work, work to do

And it’s all, all, all, all, all up to me now

Leave me be, be, be, be, be I am through