Mr. Misery

Mr. Misery
What are you selling me?
A bucket-full of teardrops
So I can cry myself to sleep
I don't need
Your hand-me-down excuses
I have learned that there's no use for it with her

You were telling me
That I ought to be
A little more careful
And I'll have to agree
I need
A little less confusion
'Cause I've come to the conclusion that I can't

It's a peddlers paradise
Two miles north of desperation
He's got everything you need
From broken hearts to broken trust
And old "I'm sorry's" lie in the dust
Cheap mistakes are buy one get one free
At Mr. Misery's

Sir, can't you see
What this means to me
I'm tired of the feeling of an empty heartbeat
I don't need
Your hand-me-down "I love you's"
I could see from up above you couldn't tell
That I depended on
But she was never strong enough to take a hard time
and use it as a crutch
She was the stronger of the two of us
But I couldn't get through enough to her


It's a peddlers paradise
Two miles north of desperation
He's got everything you need
From broken hearts to broken trust
And old "I'm sorry's" lie in the dust
Cheap mistakes are buy one get one free
At Mr. Misery's

She could guarantee
That I couldn't see
Past her everyday lies
And I finely told her
"I don't need
Your hand-me-down excuses
I can tell that there's no use for them with you"