Punching Bag

(Words and music: Patrick Gadola)

I'm not a doctor or lawyer or indian chief
I'm sitting here in disbelief
I had a chance and I blew it again
If I'm ever going to make it I don't know when

Am I only here to make her look better?
I'm a long, cold winter, she's the hot days of summer
While she is super wonderful
I'm always just a fool

Everybody told me just to be myself
So I tried to dress to express myself
But now all my favorite clothes have turned into rags
Will I forever be your punching bag?
Will I forever be your punching bag?
Will I forever be your punching bag?

Did she think I was a goofball?
Did I disturb her when I called?
Is it just my timing that always sucks?
Or have I already used up all my luck?

Everybody told me just to be myself
So I tried to dress to express myself
But now all my favorite clothes have turned into rags
Will I forever be your punching bag?
Will I forever be your punching bag?
Will I forever be your punching bag?

Everybody told me just to be myself
So I tried to dress to express myself
But now all my favorite clothes have turned into rags
Will I forever be your punching bag?
Will I forever be your punching bag?
Will I forever be your punching bag?

I don't want to be your punching bag
I don't want to be your punching bag