Can of Hurt

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