This song took about 20 minutes to write (some took even longer)...
Tell your friends that I'm a loser, tell them I'm a fool But that was then, if it's all the same that's ex-doormat to you
Sorry you don't have no place to wipe your feet no more No one to manipulate, I know that makes you sore But I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like To give my life to someone who knows how to treat me right
Tell your friends that I'm a loser, tell them I'm a fool Tell them all about the hoops, that you made me jump through Tell them how you pushed me around, I won't deny it's true Yeah but that was then, if it's all the same that's ex-doormat to you
Sorry when you want to yell I just can't hear your shouts Now I live so far away, wish I could help you out But I realized I'm no punching bag, and I know you hate that So now you'll have to do without, or get yourself a cat
I used to think that kind of treatment's all that I deserved I used to think the hard way is the only way to learn What good man, when asked for bread would give his son a stone? There are worse things in this world than living alone
Tell your friends how bad you dumped me, we both know the truth 'cause what comes around just blew this town, and that's ex-doormat to you