Letters you once wrote
Are too painful now to read
It was long ago
And it's easy now to see
That we did not belong
In the same room, in the same bed
And we couldn't get along
In the same room, in the same bed
Your picture makes me sick
It used to turn me on
your picture makes me think
How glad I'm you're gone
You behaved like such a prick
And now your picture makes me sick
And it used to turned me on
Feelings buried deep
I thought I'd worked it out
Bitterness remains
And that's the reason why I left your town
Cause we did not belong
In the same room, in the same bed
And we couldn't get along
In the same room, in the same bed
Your picture makes me sick
It used to turn me on
your picture makes me think
How glad I'm you're gone
You behaved like such a prick
And now your picture makes me sick
And it used to turned me on
Looking back from here today
You were so full of sh**
I'm glad I got away
Your picture makes me sick
It used to turn me on
your picture makes me think
How glad I'm you're gone
You behaved like such a prick
And now your picture makes me sick
And it used to turned me on