It doesn't feel right It doesn't feel good I do not have a better reason, though I know I should Things are just weird There's a definite strain Words don't come easy for me, I can't really explain She says: "How could you leave me this way?" But I have nothing else to say She says: "What you've done to me is wrong It's been your fault all along And don't you God Damn write a song about me" And I say I won't I say I won't I promise I won't But if I did Would you be mad? Even if it focused on the good times we had? She says: "You got no heart" She says: "You got no soul" I say I do, they're just hard to control Because in a couple month's time I might understand what went wrong through a rhyme She says: "Your brain is what is wrong Now I know it won't be long Before you God Damn write a song about me Don't you God Damn write a song about me" But I'm begging you, please It's who I am, it's the only way That I can express That I can express all the things that I wish I could say She says: "I don't care If you can't or you can If you can't say it to my face, then you're no kind of man" So then I say Fine, if you demand That I change who I am then I understand And as I walk out the door with no shame She says: "Hey, at least change my fuckin name When you God Damn write your song When you God Damn write your song When you God Damn write your song About me" I say I promise that it's true I swear it, girl, I do I won't write about you, Emily