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 three 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

And I´m burning all the letters
Hoping that I might forget
her and her 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 chorus came out unrehearsed
And 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 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
And 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 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