This Ring

This little piece of gold, is already feeling dull

And it ain't the band that's getting old

Haven't picked a date, Haven't picked a place

We're just picking fights and slamming doors

It's gonna kill me either way I guess

But which one is gonna break my heart less

What if when I leave you become the man I need

Just in time to find some other girl who gets you on one knee

But what if when I stay, we say I do and things don't change

And all the hurt I'm hurting now just stays the same