How It Ends

You say I fell in love with you too many times
You say you're are tired of my stupid rhymes
It’s hard for you to understand the use of limes
When it comes to coming up with super-hyper-hooky lines

I’m no ladykiller, just a poor boy with two hands
And I don’t bear you telling me “this is how it ends”
You are writing letters to your friends
Telling them that this is how it ends
But I’m not built to bear this consequence
Please don’t tell me “this is how it ends”

You’re so damn right in saying I’d sleep with my guitar
Rather than sleeping with you in my tiny car
You’re telling me that this has gone by far too far
I guess you must be right, but I just ain’t committed to this fight

I’m no ladykiller, just a poor boy with two hands
And I don’t bear you telling me “this is how it ends”
You are writing letters to your friends
Telling them that this is how it ends
But I’m not built to bear this consequence
Please don’t tell me “this is how it ends”

I just simply cannot understand
Why you don’t let me share some love with fans
Why can’t I be touring with my band?
This makes no sense, it’s gotta end…