Nothing to Prove

Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late

I hear the door slam shut you've gone and now it's so late

I can still feel the sting your hand across my face

Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you

Still I'm sitting alone again

I feel I'm riding the same thing again

And if I want to I can just shut up

Now I know that I've got

Nothing to prove to you

Nothing to prove to you

Nothing to prove to you

Nothing to prove to you

And still I'm fighting 'cuz there's

Something to prove to

I hear your car drive in the lot it's 3 this morning

I don't know how to feel or what to say or should I ask

Where have you been what could I do you're drunk I'm sorry

Then we lay down I feel so numb I wish you'd kill me

Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late

I hear the door slam shut you've gone and now it's so late

I can still feel the sting your hand across my face

Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you

Still I'm sitting alone again

I feel I'm riding the same thing again

And if I want to I can just shut up

Now I know that I've got