Just give it a rest. We know what you're going through And we don't need to hear about it. Trying too hard not to laugh But every time you come crawling back. It's always quicker the third time. We're already dead. Appearances denied us our last chance. This stories ended once before, The line is blurred, changing sides, value's left behind. Waiting for unrest in a moment. A soliloquy of forgotten words.
Now where do you get off? I think this is your very last chance to breathe. To buckle down, and learn to live Without dependency and compromise Just tell me why, just tell me why. Another sudden tale of broken hearts and satin sheets I'd give her a week.
I'm growing bored of faking smiles When all I wish is that you were dead and out of sight.
Another sudden tale of broken hearts and satin sheets I'd give her a week. Same time next week