Verse 1

What's the point of writing me a story,

If you'll just tear up the pages later?

Don't fake those tears, and keep your "I'm sorry",

Because they don't make a damn thing better.

Chorus

And I could write you a hundred little songs like this,

Paint you thousand pictures in charcoal,

But they'll never be as good as those by Little Miss,

So what's the point of wasting my soul?

Verse 2

What's the point of crying for a player?

You'll just climb up on my tears, bring me down.

You built all your walls sky high, layers and layers.

And you broke me, crushed my dreams to the ground.

Chorus

And I could write you a hundred little songs like this,

Paint you thousand pictures in charcoal,

But they'll never be as good as those by Little Miss,

So what's the point of wasting my soul?

Bridge

What's the point of giving me false hope

When you sure as hell know,

That you'll leave the minute you want to.

And I could, I could write you,

Chorus

And I could write you a hundred little songs like this,

Paint you thousand pictures in charcoal,

But they'll never be as good as those by Little Miss,

So what's the point of wasting my soul?