Things are shaping up to be pretty odd

Well, when you go don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back I'll be off to find another way

And after all this time that you still owe, you're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out while you can

When you go would you even turn to say
"I don't love you like I did yesterday" ?

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
But baby when they knock you down and out
It's where you oughta stay

And after all the blood that you still owe, another dollar's just another blow
So fix your eyes and get up
Better get up while you can


When you go would you have the guts to say
"I don't love you like I loved you yesterday" ?