I Suppose (Live)

Do you play me like a fiddle? When you wag me like a dog? Do you take advantage of me? Am I even aware at all? Well, I know, I know, I know, I know for damn sure, but am I really though? I don't know, But I've been told. That my heart feels like, It's getting cold. I'm getting old But so are you No more mister nice guy, I suppose. No more. No more mister nice guy, I suppose. Is it harder in the middle? Is it rough when you're the first? I'll always be the last in line And she'll always be the worst well, You know, you know, you know, You know you seem so damn sure, But are you though? No more mister nice guy, I suppose. No more. No more mister nice guy, I suppose. I suppose. I don't know, But I've been told. No more mister nice guy, I suppose. No more. No more mister nice guy,