Stories for Tabloids lyrics

It wasn't so much a lack of perception
It's blindingly clear an act of deception
You took from me everything God thinks is pure
And left me to rot with the fish on the shore
So listen to me I've got something to say
I'm sick of your shit piling on every day
It's hard to be mean to a beautiful soul
But honey, you're worth but 12 ounces of coal

Here's my umbrella; it's starting to rain
I know you can't fathom the depth of my pain
Take my best mittens for shield from the cold
Don't let 'em all tell you someday we'll grow old

It took but a rock to slay the Goliath
A wonderful story, you think I don't buy it
You tested my patience; I gave you my heart
Instead of a thank you, you tore it apart

I'm sorry about all the mean things I've said
I think you should probably just throw me in bed
You know what they say about beer before liquor
You mix 'em together and you've never been sicker
When I wake up tomorrow I'll go to the store
A fresh pot of flowers I'll leave at your door
Attached is a card with my feelings inside
More talk for the girls in whom you confide

At the end of our fights there is no resolution
The look in your eyes calls divine retribution
You bend back my fingers; I tug at your hair
At the end of the day neither one really cares
Our friends always tell us they don't understand
How true love is found in the back of our hands
We're anxiously waiting to someday get paid
We've got a great story for which tabloids are made

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