No Lyrics Left Behind

Crying at Your Feet (written by Paul Shields and Travis Naughton. Copyright 2008)

Why don't you want me here,
Why don't you seem to care,
I spent the better part of a year,
Tracking you down with the help of a private eye and some friends of mine that will do anything for a dime bag,
Why don't you want me here?

I thought that we were friends,
I guess I don't understand,
I gave you my heart & soul and then,
You gave me a restraining order and seventeen stitches in my head and my bowling trophy in the mail along with my toothbrush and my hand lotion,
I thought that we were friends.

(Bridge)
So please don't take it out on me,
You've had an empty life that much I know,
All I ever did was try to see,
In your windows at night when you just happened to be getting out of the shower or feeding your hamster Gus-Gus or that one time that the pizza guy stayed a little too long for my liking,
So please don't take it out on me.

And if you find me crying at your feet,
Please don't think that it's because I'm weak,
And wait before you call the police,
So I can have a chance to steal one last kiss and a shoe and possibly a pair of your panties carelessly left for me to find neatly tucked away in your dresser drawer,
Sorry I'm crying at your feet.

Seriously, please don't call the cops. Again.