Wringer

How did it come to this
Dividing of possessions?
Only reason it got this far is your
Childish obsession
With everything you thought I’d be
But could not deliver
All that loving me ever did was run you through the wringer

You say you don’t do it for fame
Or financial gain
And didn’t you always stick by me
Through everything
You give the sweetest kisses dear
But you leave the stinger
All that loving you ever did was run me through the wringer

So don’t just sit there playing with your life
Honey pull the trigger
You’ve gotta leave everyone behind
To really be a winner
You give the sweetest kisses dear
But you leave the stinger
All the honey that we made started tasting bitter
I want to be a symphony but I'm just a singer
And all that singing ever does is run me through the wringer