Drake Bell – Don't Preach

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
And sorry doesn’t make it ok
What I’m the one who 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
And sorry doesn’t make it ok
When I’m the one who paid your way
Don’t preach
I can’t believe 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
Now I laugh when you cry do you think you would die if I said,
Don’t preach
And sorry doesn’t make it ok
When I’m the one who paid your way
Don’t preach.
The house, the bed, the cars, and the front door
And how’s it feel when all of it’s paid for, its already paid for
Everybody’s paid for