Thomas Bryan Eaton - You Do It Well Lyrics

I can't tell, if I'm doing well
I can't even talk to myself
About the things you've done to me
And you're still doing
Now you run along, keep doing me wrong
You can't even see yourself
And all the things that you don't know
And the things that you ruin
But a day's gonna come
When you're gonna hurt yourself
Yes you'll be crying
Over the hand that you've been dealt
But you do it anyway
And you do it well
Now pick your clothes off the floor and walk out the door
But don't you come crawling back in a while
When you need a friend,
Yes you're gonna need a friend.
I've seen what you do, yeah I've done it too
But you can't go on, living like that
In a broke down palace
That you tore down yourself
Now if the sun shines right, it'll burn your sight
But you'll still feel the warmth on your skin
Like the night when I held you tight
And you held me too
But a day's gonna come
When you're gonna hurt yourself
Yes you'll be crying
Over the hand that you've been dealt
But you do it anyway
And you do it well
I can't tell, if I'm doing well
I can't even talk to myself
About the things you've done to me
And you're still doing