This is for all the people with cold shoulders Who felt like they were abandoned at birth Or at the parking lot of the local mini-mart You tell me your story a couple days later I wanna believe this story Yet the other half wants me to think it's all bullshit I've known you more than I do with my first love And yet she still remembers my birthday And not you this time So get the fuck out of my life And just close the door on your way out this time Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do I go from here? This time's imperfect to here Where were you when the day starts turning night You say your there but I never believe a word Do you just want to ignore me? Pass me off as some kind of whore Who can't keep his fuckin' pants on every day It's only a rumor you see She's telling lies, I believe Today I walk out of the doors And break the windows with them So get the fuck out of my life And just close the door on your way out this time Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do I go from here? This time's imperfect to here At least she remembers Even if we don't love each other like we used to At least she remembers Even if we haven't talked for three fucking months At least she remembers The days gone by Even if she doesn't think about them every day At least she remembers So get the fuck out of my life And just close the door on your way out this time Where do we go? Where do we go? Where do I go from here? This time's imperfect to here