Used to Turn Me On

Letters you once wrote Are too painful now to read It was long ago And it's easy now to see That we did not belong In the same room, in the same bed And we couldn't get along In the same room, in the same bed Your picture makes me sick It used to turn me on your picture makes me think How glad I'm you're gone You behaved like such a prick And now your picture makes me sick And it used to turned me on Feelings buried deep I thought I'd worked it out Bitterness remains And that's the reason why I left your town Cause we did not belong In the same room, in the same bed And we couldn't get along In the same room, in the same bed Looking back from here today You were so full of shit I'm glad I got away