so which drink did my memory drown in? and which thought was your first one to consider him? and which night... ...was the night when the kingdom i thought i was king of fell at the walls of the waves of a broken dam? (make me a broken man.) so if we're all guilty, then what's the point in pointing fingers, anyway? i'm no better, i'm just bitter, and i never got to say how it hit me when you told me: like a towtruck hauling a train... in a rainstorm... doing eighty... with the brakes out.
and oh! the things i've tried to cover up and compromise put it up on a shelf, hide it in sheetrock, wrap it in cellophane but this is not a phase, you can't "ignore til it goes away" i've got to face this now; i've got to take these walls down.
so this is the last song in a series titled "How You Broke My Heart" and i think it's the best one, now here comes my favorite part i forgive you. and i'm sorry. and i'm sorry it took so long and i wish you the best in everything
(this is it! this is it! it's the song i could never sing when we were in love and it's dead. let it rest. let's not let us go on about a future that's passed away)