don t preach

Drake Bell

You say that I suck and I'm lousy,
you say I can't write.
You've 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.
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 belive 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...
Cause' I laugh when you cry,

Do you think you would die if I say...
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.
And how's it feel when all of it's paid for,
It's already paid for.
Everybody's paid for...