Can of Hurt

Silly me, sittin' in your parents' Corolla

Thinkin' we could be somethin' that's not actually over

Like a movie scene playin' when the credits are rollin'

But you always skip that part

Ooh, guess all good things aren't meant to last

Ooh, 'cause every time you call me back, it's just a

Can of hurt, can of worms

Every word that you ever

Said before, on the floor

Broke the door, seeping through the cracks

Can't put 'em back, it don't work like that

Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt (Cool)

You fit me like that pair of jeans from the ninth grade

They look great on me if I hold my breath and turn sideways

But they hurt like hell if I keep 'em on me the whole day

What a perfect metaphor

Ooh, guess all good things hit twice as bad

Ooh, 'cause when I think of what we had, it's just a

Can of hurt, can of worms

Every word that you ever

Said before, on the floor

Broke the door, seeping through the cracks

Can't put 'em back, it don't work like that

Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt

And just when I think it's the perfect time

To welcome you right back into my life

You touch my shoulder and I realize

Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt

Can of hurt, can of worms

Every word that you ever

Said before, on the floor

Broke the door, seeping through the cracks

Can't put 'em back, it don't work like that

Oh, baby, you're my can of hurt