I messed it up, alright, and there’s no doubt about it.
I had to pick this fight ’cause I’d go mad without it.
Bending like a willow when the storm is brewing,
oh yeah, that’s you, but, hey, I take the rap.
This one’s my mishap, and there’s no doubt about it.
He tells me that he won’t take the bait,
that I have a tendency to exaggerate.
And maybe he’s right, but that is beside the point.
Well, then why do I let it upset me?
Yes, and why am I biting my nails?
I made a mess this time, and thеre’s no doubt about it.
Hands down, the fault is mine, and I’m prеpared to shout it
out across the rooftops if it makes you happy,
oh, yes, I could, so hey, I take the blame.
This one’s got my name, and there’s no doubt about it.
He says with forbearance in his eyes
«Old couples we know are able to compromise»
He’s too good for me, that’s one thing I know for sure.
If that’s true, why do I let it upset me?
There I go, stomping my feet like a child
But he is a good man, he tries to understand why I freak out;
he worries, and I know, it’s an honest reaction.
I messed it up, alright, and there’s no doubt about it.
I had to pick this fight, I’d have gone mad without it.
Hissing like a wild cat when I should be purring,
but you know me, this isn’t where it ends,
I could make amends, and there’s no doubt about it.
(This isn’t where it ends) No doubt about it.
(This isn’t where it ends) No doubt about it.
(This isn’t where it ends)