Latest Disaster

We met one Monday night where my friend bar tends
And always gives me drinks for free.
I caught you staring,
Or were you comparing the guy you were talking with to me.
Then you said:
"This place is dead, and this drink is going to my head.
Take me home." I will, if you chill, there's still time to kill
And this night just started looking better.
She bought herself a guitar, and she learned a few chords.
She wrote me a song that goes like this:

Get out, get dressed, you're just like the rest,
There's only one thing you're after.
You're still the same self-centered bastard.
You stay out all night with your shady friends just getting plastered.
This relationship's just my latest disaster.

I thought that I was doing everything right
And giving her everything she needs.
But I wake up one morning
And all that she's left is a break-up note that reads:
You don't, and you won't ever see my side of things
Ah come on. I would, if I could,
But everything I thought was good would just upset her.

Our points of view will never meet.
I always miss what's incomplete.