Don't Know What You've Got...

Welcome to my world.

It's a weekday evening
And we're snuggled up close
And that damn phone of yours is goin' off
With one of those "text message alerts"
She's sayin' she wants to be friends
And misses havin' you near
But haven't you forgotten
Who that you have here?

I wanna feel worth it, baby
But you're always makin' excuses
Why don't you rip my heart out
And stick it to the shredder
Because that's exactly what you're doin'

Saturday evening, 11pm.
I hear your phone is ringin', again
She's always wantin' to say 'Hello'
Even when the timing is not right
Why don't you just tell her 'Goodbye'
And turn the phone off for the night


I wanna feel worth it, baby
But you're always makin' excuses
Why don't you rip my heart out
And stick it to the shredder
Because that's exactly what you're doin'

This girl you had
She could have given you her all
But where were you to make her feel
Valued and special, not small
Well listen up boy
And listen real close
Because it rings true when they say
"You don't know what you've got til' it's gone"

And I'm not givin' you my all because...

I wanna feel worth it, baby
But you're always makin' excuses
Why don't you rip my heart out
And stick it to the shredder
Because that's exactly what you're doin'