Ambush

Think of what we could have had Matching scars, another drag We don't I thank the stars we don't Nights in dingy toilet rooms Deal a blow and talk resumes Until The morning light is still I've had enough I'm getting out Cause it's getting kind of rough They say that love isn't easy But I never learned a God damn thing They say that love isn't easy But a shot can help remove the sting Quite in the market town Apart from bars that you're around I don't Miss the words you wrote I never really knew my Dad And lost the one I nearly had And then You made it worse again Pre chorus Chorus I've had enough now I'm getting out It got kinda rough I don't wanna pout If you think I'm tough I don't think I'll last another time