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Silly me, sittin' in your parents' Corolla Thinkin' we could be somethin' that's not actually over Like a movie scene playin' when the credits are rollin' But you always skip that part
Ooh, guess all good things aren't meant to last Ooh, 'cause every time you call me back, it's just a
Can of hurt, can of worms Every word that you ever Said before, on the floor Broke the door, seeping through the cracks Can't put 'em back, it don't work like that Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt (cool)
You fit me like that pair of jeans from the ninth grade They look great on me if I hold my breath and turn sideways But they hurt like hell if I keep 'em on me the whole day What a perfect metaphor
Ooh, guess all good things hit twice as bad Ooh, 'cause when I think of what we had, it's just a
Can of hurt, can of worms Every word that you ever Said before, on the floor Broke the door, seeping through the cracks Can't put 'em back, it don't work like that Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt
And just when I think it's the perfect time To welcome you right back into my life You touch my shoulder and I realize Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt
Can of hurt, can of worms Every word that you ever Said before, on the floor Broke the door, seeping through the cracks Can't put 'em back, it don't work like that Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt