Shit Hits The Fan

Last night you forgot your f*ckin' manners
Last night you forgot to say hello
This years not over til tomorrow
There's still enough time to forget to grow

Last night your lips fell off the table
Last night you left me for the fall
Last night your smile kept me disabled
Last year was to long to count at all

So this is it, this is what it's like
To take on the world everynight
I thought this time that you might get it
I've never been Mr. Right

Last night i decided to break the strings
Last night the the things i touched were ruined
Last year i was forced to clean my broken wings
This years flight, it crashed, i'm screwed.

So this is it, this is what it's like
to know when to throw the fight
I thought i'd never understand
I've never been Mr. Right

Last night you built this fence
Last you ditched me on right angle road
Last night i choked on my words
Last year it was the fault of my own

So this is it, this is what it's like
to bleed from fingers you write
it's time that you take a look around
I've never been Mr. Right

Last night i kept a word or two myself
Last night you killed some bloody time
Last night we skipped through photo albums
Last year i commited suicide.

Last night it was in the wrong place
Last night i was the right man
Last night the words were erased
Last night the Shit hit the Fan