I said "Girl, are you listening?!
You break my heart in pieces then try to iron out the creases?"
Calling me on the weekends when you know
I don't want to think about you

I can't believe another has caused me this pain
I can't believe what you said
They're all the same

Driving home now and it's raining
And everything that's happened seems a little harder
The driving rain mixed with my own tears
Makes it that much harder to see the road ahead

For now I'll stand in the rain to disguise
Disguise this flood
A wall of tears from my eyes