It kind of looks like
We won't make it, my friend.
And it looks like
You can't take it again, my friend.
And all the pretty roses wilted up
And paled themselves away, today.
The guillotine of truth has fallen,
Somehow I'm the one you blame.
This can't be happening,
Not so fast, I'm so mean,
I can't stay indifferent
Because I know the outcome.
And I'm the target for the daggers
That the truth's thrown in your way, today.
And the next one
Maybe she'll be easier
She'll make it go away, hey…
She's still calling you
I'm still calling him
Can we do this?
Here we go again
The package, the baggage.
This can't be happening,
Not so fast, I'm so mean,
And I can't stay indifferent,
Because I know the outcome.
This can't be happening,
It started out not so clean,
You chose your path,
Mine's wrong, you can say that.