Kitsch – Gregsong lyrics

Every time I go back your'e gonna be there
It's just like watching M.A.S.H
I know what happens next
Every time I go back your'e gonna be there
Holding that same old flame
Although you know it burns

I treated you wrong
What can I do to make it up?

The clock is ticking over
And the wind is growing cold for winter
My old man's so far away
No wonder why they bills aren't paid.

And the rain comes pouring
down, harder everyday.
Everything but the pain
successfully washed away.