I.R.S. Video (MV)

There's not any more that I can do
You gave me reasons for me to follow you
And you could lead me until the end of time, it's true
But through all the rumors I could tell
Some things didn't work so well

Well, anyway, it feels the same

As when you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I still held on
Through all the motions, the love, the regret
And that's the truth, and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter, the things that I'd say
You've made your mind up and gone, anyway
And there's no use now in dragging it on
Should've seen it coming all along

Gonna call the president
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the I.R.S.
Gonna need the F.B.I.

Through all this doubt
There's no trusting you

I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health
I should've looked again, dated somebody else
Feeling like I've done way more than wrong
Feeling like I'm living inside of this song
Feeling like I'm just too tired to care
Feeling like I've done more than my share
Couldn't be the way that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long

Gonna call the president
Gonna call myself a private eye
Gonna need the I.R.S.
Gonna get the F.B.I.
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it, baby, with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines, too, now

What shall I do
If I gave my heart to you?
Well it's such a crime, you know it's true

Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a private eye
Ooh, gonna need the I.R.S.
Gonna get the F.B.I.
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it, baby, with your morning news
With a sweet hangover and the headlines, too, now

There's not anymore that I can do