Lyricist: Navvy, Rory Adams & Sam de Jong   Composer: Navvy, Rory Adams & Sam de Jong


Forget about your flowers
I'm not in the mood to talk about her tonight
Don't need your gestures
Tricking yourself in to thinking you're in the right

Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?
I don't want to hear that she's never ever dancing
I don't want to hear that she's never ever laughing, oh
But here we go

After all that you put me through
I've got plenty of reasons to be mad at you, mad at you
Say you're sorry, it's never true
And I'm trying but still I can't be mad at you (Mad at her)
I could smash up your car or rip you two apart
But every time you call me, I'm here fixing your heart
After all that you put me through
All those nights, oh, why can't I be mad at you, mad at you

Could you not have waited
To make out with her until after you broke it off, with me
'Cause four years of love I gave you
Why are you the one who gets to be so unhappy?

Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?
I don't want to hear that she's never ever dancing
I don't want to hear that she's never ever laughing, oh
But here we go

After all that you put me through
I've got plenty of reasons to be mad at you, mad at you
Say you're sorry, it's never true
And I'm trying but still I can't be mad at you (Mad at her)
I could smash up your car or rip you two apart
But every time you call me, I'm here fixing your heart
After all that you put me through
All those nights, oh, why can't I be mad at you, mad at you

Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?
Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?

After all that you put me through
I've got plenty of reasons to be mad at you, mad at you
Say you're sorry, it's never true
And I'm trying but still I can't be mad at you (Mad at her)
I could smash up your car or rip you two apart
But every time you call me, I'm here fixing your heart
After all that you put me through
All those nights, oh, why can't I be mad at you, mad at you

Mad At You

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Lyricist: Navvy, Rory Adams & Sam de Jong   Composer: Navvy, Rory Adams & Sam de Jong


Forget about your flowers
I'm not in the mood to talk about her tonight
Don't need your gestures
Tricking yourself in to thinking you're in the right

Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?
I don't want to hear that she's never ever dancing
I don't want to hear that she's never ever laughing, oh
But here we go

After all that you put me through
I've got plenty of reasons to be mad at you, mad at you
Say you're sorry, it's never true
And I'm trying but still I can't be mad at you (Mad at her)
I could smash up your car or rip you two apart
But every time you call me, I'm here fixing your heart
After all that you put me through
All those nights, oh, why can't I be mad at you, mad at you

Could you not have waited
To make out with her until after you broke it off, with me
'Cause four years of love I gave you
Why are you the one who gets to be so unhappy?

Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?
I don't want to hear that she's never ever dancing
I don't want to hear that she's never ever laughing, oh
But here we go

After all that you put me through
I've got plenty of reasons to be mad at you, mad at you
Say you're sorry, it's never true
And I'm trying but still I can't be mad at you (Mad at her)
I could smash up your car or rip you two apart
But every time you call me, I'm here fixing your heart
After all that you put me through
All those nights, oh, why can't I be mad at you, mad at you

Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?
Why am I the one when you need to run
Away from her when it all gets too much?

After all that you put me through
I've got plenty of reasons to be mad at you, mad at you
Say you're sorry, it's never true
And I'm trying but still I can't be mad at you (Mad at her)
I could smash up your car or rip you two apart
But every time you call me, I'm here fixing your heart
After all that you put me through
All those nights, oh, why can't I be mad at you, mad at you