Cameron Avery Wasted On Fidelity

She s got her mothers pride but not her strength And the length she ll go to win an argument Is long enough but not strong enough for me There s no reasoning to these things You know the hurt the loss brings Chorus So I Gave myself to the sure things The simple and the bored things In my Wasted wealth On the bored things Those entertaining mornings where I can t see past the door When my tie s hung above my trousers balled up on the floor And she s rifling through her drawers For a pretty little underthing that ll make me beg for more