What Kind of Person Lyrics

Called on a Sunday to give me a play by play

Of the last five years and how I wasted his

He gave me no warning before he informed me

I was no longer necessary in the telling of his legacy

Hey, I'm just wondering what sick kind of person

Could rip your heart out and throw it in the street

Tear the music from your fingers, take your money and your friends;

Sayin' your life's with the rest in the back of the alley inside the rubbish bin.

He called up my daddy to tell him how badly

He believed I'd behaved, he ranted and he raved

To our neighbors, my uncle Joe, my friends and family he didn't know

Not one soul did remain outside his smear campaign, now

Hey, I'm just wondering what sick kind of person

Could rip your heart out and throw it in the street

Tear the music from your fingers, take your money and your friends;

Your life's with the rest in the back of the alley inside the rubbish bin.

Broke into my own house soon after he ended it all

Weakly hoping I could fix things, put the art back on the walls

When suddenly I knew why he'd nailed shut all the doors

When I walked up the stairs to my best friends clothes all over our bedroom floor

Now I'm curious still, what fucked up individual

Could love you for so long then try to wreck your life

Rip the music from your fingers, take your money and your friends

Your life's with the rest in the back of the alley inside the rubbish bin.