Fame

Candle lights, dinner, and some cheap champagne

I thought this was time for us to celebrate

But lookin' like you're still stuck on yesterday

Thinkin' we were past it, that was my mistake

I got questions, how you could just up and leave

Never tried to figure out whats been goin' on underneath

Every problem we would have you tend to make it bout your self

Takin' shots at me not caring if that shits below the belt

Not sure why I'm chasin' love

Too much fightin' then makin' up

Wasn't my fault, but I'll take the punch