Don't Preach

You say that I suck and I'm lousy
You say I can't write, not yet
You always told me how to be
Now I'm sick of it.

Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one that paid your way
Don't preach.

You're drilling a hole in my ceiling
Too bad it won't rain
But who's living without any feeling
So don't you complain.

Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one that paid your way
Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one that paid your way
Don't preach.

I can't believe what you say
How you live, how you love, how you lie
You took my money away
Made me sleep on the floor that I bought
But I don't care anyway
Cuz I laugh when you cry
Do you think you would die if I said
Don't preach.

Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one that paid your way
Sorry doesn't make it okay
When I'm the one that paid your way.

The house, the bed, the cars and the front door
How's it feel now that it's paid for
Already paid for, [4x]
Everybody's paid for [4x]