You say that I suck and I'm lousy   You say I can't write   Not yet   You always told me how to be   Now I'm sick of it      Sorry doesn't make it okay   When I'm the one that paid your way   Don't preach      You're drillin' a hole in my ceiling    Too bad it won't rain    Who's living without any feeling    So don't you complain       Sorry doesn't make it okay    When I'm the one that paid your way    Sorry doesn't make it okay    When I'm the one that paid your way    Don't preach       I can't believe what you said    How you live, how you love, how you lie    You took my money away    Made me sleep on the floor that I bought    But I don't care anyway    Cause I laugh when you cry    Do you think you would die if I said    Don't preach       Sorry doesn't make it okay   When I'm the one that paid your way   Sorry doesn't make it okay   When I'm the one that paid your way      The house, the bed, the cars and the front porch (cars and the front porch)   How's it feel when everthing is paid for (everything is paid for)   Already paid for (already paid for)   Already paid for (already paid for)   Already paid for (already paid for)   Already paid for (already paid for)   Everybody's paid for   Everybody's paid for (everybody's paid for)   Everybody's paid for   Everybody's paid for