I guess you were right I'm tired of begging you to love me Goodness, gracious, you're amazing According to you, I'm a lucky lady You say that I'm too crazy My straight jacket's custom-made though (with fucking diamonds) My straight jacket's custom-made

I hate to say it but I told you so Told you if you left that you were goin' be miserable Guess he don't do it like me Or else you wouldn't be Runnin' back to the past it was you that left me I hate to say it but you know I'm right Every time you're up

I'm sorry that I let you down L-l-let you down Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud All these voices in my head get loud I wish that I could shut them out Let you down Yeah, I guess I'm a disappointment

Under the stars on Brighton Beach Seems like only yesterday I remember when you were only seventeen You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour