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Prizefighter
Word & Music by Mike Maimone

My God it's late, honey where you been?
Before she could lie, it's already forgiven
It's written so plainly in her eyes
I've read this before - it always ends in her smile
She never loved me
but she never tried
And he never lover her
until she was mine

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
usually said by the one who's to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
'cause I think I'm in love.

Her pillow's cold, even colder than before
she called out a name I couldn't ignore.
Maybe with time, growing up will prove
to be the difference between experienced and used.
She doesn't love me
but i wish she would try
just thinking 'bout leaving
is making me tired.

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
usually said by the one who's to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
now isn't that love?

It ain't my fault
my heart is so hard
it's covered in bruises and battlescars;
these are hardly the marks of a prizefighter.
Yeah, well it ain't my fault
is such a stupid phrase
soon as it's said, well I know i'm to blame
I step in the ring
and I let down my gloves
I'm throwing the fight
Now isn't that love?

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from Open Mic Nights, Empty Bottle Mornings, released September 15, 2008

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