Lyrics Artist vs. Poet

Artist vs. Poet

Made For Me

Little miss American girl

Given everything in the world

But a heartbreak

(but a heartbreak)

And she would throw a drink in my face

If she knew what I was trying to say

Here comes heartbreak

(here comes heartbreak)

And you hate me favourite records

And that's okay

Because I never really liked your friends anyway

So throw a fit when I'm out too late

Cause there's a million little things that I've been dying to say

But I can sum it up now

And then I'll get the hell out

It ain't breaking news

Lets face the truth

That I was made for me

And you were made for you

You were a ten before I figured you out

the only reason I was stickin' around

But you're crazy

(but you're crazy)

And girl you can't win em' all

If you could then god help us all

Cause you're crazy

Oh so crazy

And you hate me favourite records

And that's okay

Because I never really liked your friends anyway

So throw a fit when I'm out too late

Cause there's a million little things that I've been dying to say

But I can sum it up now

And then I'll get the hell out

It ain't breaking news

Lets face the truth

That I was made for me

And you were made for you

And when you finally calm down

Maybe I'll see you around

And we can fake a few hellos to prove

That I was made for me

And you were made for you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh oh you

Oh oh

But I can sum it up now

(but I can sum it up now)

And then I get the hell out

It ain't breakin news

Let's face the truth

That I was made for me

And you were made for you

And when you finally calm down

Maybe I'll see you around

And we can fake a few hellos to prove

That I was made for me

And you were made for you