Silly me, sitting in your parent's Corolla
Thinking we could be something that's not actually over
Like a movie scene, playing when the credits are rolling
But you always skipped that part
Ooh-ooh
Guess all good things aren't meant to last
Ooh-ooh
'Cause every time you call me back it's just a
Can of hurt
Can of worms
Every word
That you ever
Said before
On the floor
Broke the door
Seeping through the cracks
Can't put 'em back
It don't work like that
Oh, baby, you're
My can of hurt (cool)
You fit me, like that pair of jeans from the ninth grade
They look great on me, if I hold my breath and turn sideways
But they hurt like hell if I keep them on me the whole day
What a perfect metaphor (perfect metaphor)
Ooh-ooh
Guess all good things hit twice as bad
Ooh-ooh
'Cause when I think of what we had it's just a
Can of hurt
Can of worms
Every word
That you eve
Said before
On the floor
Broke the door
Seeping through the cracks
Can't put 'em back
It don't work like that
Oh, baby, you're
My can of hurt
And just when I think it's the perfect time
To welcome you right back into my life
You touch my shoulder and tell me your lies
Oh, baby, you're, you're my can of hurt
Can of hurt
Can of worms
Every word
That you ever
Said before
On the floor
Broke the door
Seeping through the cracks
Can't put 'em back
It don't work like that
Oh, baby, you're
My can of hurt