If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had To Do Was Ask

I'm throwing away pictures
 That I never should have taken in the first place
 And it's cold in my apartment
 As I'm changing all the colors
 From the brightest reds to grays
 Well, it's 3 o'clock on Monday morning
 I'm just hoping you're not seeing his face
 I've been getting calls in these hotel rooms
 Long enough to know that it was him
 That took my place
 And I hope this makes you happy now
 That the flame we had is burning out
 And I hope you like your pictures facing down
 As even broken hearts may have their doubts
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 And I'm burning all the letters hoping
 That I might forget her and a bad taste
 That she left when she was leaving me
 A life of barely breathing as she walked out of this place
 And you dropped the note and we changed key
 You changed yourself and I changed me
 I really didn't see us singing through this
 Then you screamed the bridge
 And I cried the verse
 And our came out unrehearsed
 Then you smiled the whole way through it
 I guess maybe that's what's worse
 And I hope this makes you happy now
 That the flame we had is burning out
 And I hope you like your pictures facing down
 As even broken hearts may have their doubts
 And I'm taking all of your memories off the shelf
 And I don't need you or anybody else
 So take a look at me
 See what you want to see
 When you get home
 Take me home
 I'd rather die than be with you
 Take me home
 You have a problem with the truth
 Take me home
 Because this happens every time I knew it would
 I knew it would
 Take me home
 I'd rather die than be with you
 Take me home
 You have a problem with the truth
 Take me home
 Because this happens every time I knew it would
 I knew it would
 And I hope this makes you happy now
 That the flame we had is burning out
 And I hope you like your pictures facing down
 As even broken hearts may have their doubts
 And I'm taking all of your memories off the shelf
 And I don't need you or anybody else
 So take a look at me
 See what you want to see
 When you get home