You loved me as good as you probably could
forget you I probably should

It's tradition to treat girls like shit
leaving women to wonder is this it

And at midnight I never got my kiss

Was romance reserved for someone else
Too much time underneath my belt

It's tradition to treat girls like shit
Leaving women to wonder is this really it

At midnight who did you kiss

And I'm not complaining but
There's no campaniling for me
And I'm not complaining
Begging for you on my knees

Still racing clocks for time you lost
Your years are ticking, and your lies are plot
Writing down the stories you thought I forgot
At the campanile it's my new favorite spot

I'm not complaining
Times a little sweeter with just me
You're slowly fading
Begging for me on your knees