(Intro) (Mecca)
I think that maybe I just care too much
Because my emotions are something most wouldn’t dare to touch
I sound psychotic and crazy, first day I’m calling you baby,
Then I start naming our babies, why’s this keep happening lately

(Verse 1) (T.D.)
Lately, I’m just worried,
You replaced her in a hurry
Honestly you had me turning
Before me and her were burning
The last little drop, of the love candle
You became the scandal
An enigma, in my way,
Why is there so much left to say?
Baby, wait, hold up, love?
I think I royally fucked up
You were royalty and such
A beautiful being, but what…
I really need, is some clarity
Taking Claritin so I see
Through the allergy,
That you seem to be
Baby girl, please just believe me
On the silver screen
You could be my Audrey
I could be your Mel Ferrer
Let me touch your body
Girl you’ve made my life clearer
But you won’t let me near ya
I fear, your hero and I’m zero, so here we go

(Hook) (Mecca)
I’m sorry that you won’t talk to me
And I’m sorry that I like your fucking company
I’m sorry that you don’t care, I’m sorry that I will, hey
I’m sorry that I won’t talk to you
Cause I just thought of something else better that I should do
I’m sorry that I don’t care, I’m sorry that you will, hey

(Verse 2) (T.D.)
Glance down as my phone rings
I see your picture is glowing
can’t answer without her knowing
and I’m showing I moved on
missed you chance, it’s true hun
Got a new girl, from my new girl
I’m well beyond you girl
From hell you spawned, it’s true girl
Maybe that’s too far, but you’re whose girl?
See, you wouldn’t tell me when you did that shit
Because I wouldn’t be your little pet
Now you’re worried that you lost me
I’m not talking about Ashley
The whole crew thought we should be together
I even told you, we should be together
But you played me, so we won’t be together
Now I have to just read this letter
Go in your closet and get the greenest sweater
Burying you an envious weather
Seems my rhyme schemes off, you don’t deserve it better
Mecca tell these girls, that didn’t get the memo,
That they missed their chance
Trying to call on me to kiss they ass
Best believe that day has passed
No apologies, but I did it at last
And these last two bars are just here to pass
Mecca tell ‘em bout the script we cast
They ain’t in it, they ain’t in it,
I moved on, and it’s your loss

(Hook) (2x) (Mecca)
I’m sorry that you won’t talk to me
And I’m sorry that I like your fucking company
I’m sorry that you don’t care, I’m sorry that I will, hey
I’m sorry that I won’t talk to you
Cause I just thought of something else better that I should do
I’m sorry that I don’t care, I’m sorry that you will, hey

(Skit – Donnie and Gretchen) (Donnie in quotations)
What if you could go back in time and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?
(Like images or what?)
Like a Hawaiian sunset or the grand canyon, things that remind you of how beautiful the world is.
(You know we’ve been going together for like two weeks)
Yeah, (well I uhh…) do you wanna kiss me?