I keep thinkin bout her
I keep thinkin bout her i keep thinkin bout
How she hated everything about me
and how she ruined everything in my life
I’d be driving and I’d play my favorite song
I said Oh no this is where I came from
She would mock me when I’d try and sing along
Not in a fun sort of flirty sort of way
More a disgusted sort of bitchy sort of way
She said there’s not even a melody to this song
I said its fun at the show when you scream along
She said it’s not music
She said it makes her sick
I said oh no this is where I came from
I keep thinkin bout her
I keep thinkin bout her I keep thinkin bout
How she hated everything about me
and how she ruined everything in my life.
and I'd still pick any of them over you
I tried to take her out to hang with the people I know
and she never ever wanted to go
Not in a sweet sort of timid sort of way
more a judgemental sort of stuck up sort of way
She said I don’t understand what you see in them
I said you don’t gotta be a saint to be my friend
Some are pop stars some have stolen cars
and I’d still pick any of them over you.
I’m proud of me
Proud of what I’ve done
Proud of who I am
Yeah Im proud to be a man
Im proud of me
Proud of where I’ve been
Proud of leaving you
Yeah I’d do it all again
