Preach

Last time we spoke
You said you felt nothing for me
I said ok, but in my head
I was racing
Like how could this be?

Preach preach preach preach

It seemed like you hated women
And our story was yet to be written
But I had had had enough
'Cause you made it tough

And you told me
That you're sorry
You didn't come to my show last November
Well I'm sorry, I hardly remember
The good times, oh the good times
But you had lessons to teach
Yeah you would always preach

Preach preach preach preach

You came back, you told me
You have regrets, you have your sorrows
Will I give you another chance, another tomorrow