On the way back over

Isn't it funny
Whenever you're speaking you're lying
And isn't it funny
Most the time
I don't bat an eye
Nor do I get upset
I've shortened the leash my pet
You can throw a fit or start crying
But you're not aloud around other guys

'cause I trust ya
As far as I could throw ya
But you'd fuck someone
On the way back
To me

Isn't it funny
Nothing you say surprises
And isn't it funny
All the time you piss by
If I had one thing to regret
You'd comprise most of it
If I said it's been great I'd be lying
So go fuck everyone else for trying

She don't come when I call out her name anymore
She must've hurt herself when her ass hit the door
Of all the trash I've dropped she's made of more
Her conquest dot the eastern seaboard

Oh thank god for those who humor sympathy
Or what a great loss we'd all see
All men's beds would grow colder by one degree
And I'd never have a worst case to A and B

Isn't it funny. Ain't it a shame.