I came to you, My conscience clean, Blood on my knees.
The moral of the story Is don't walk away again.
I called you out, To see my bow, Our final scene.
The moral of the story Is don't look away again, To find a better conversation.
I saw you there, Your friends aware, Without a care.
The moral of the story Is don't lie to me again To find a better conversation, So I can be your consolation prize
I ran away To stand my ground, Look what I found.
The moral of the story Is don't walk away again, To find a better conversation, So I can be your consolation prize. To find a better conversation, No, I'll never be your consolation prize.