Last night at 17th
By the corner of Lance & Last's
I watched from outside

What belongs in the past
You moving 'cross the floor
With hands all over her

Can't breathe
And heart and hands are cold


So let's not !@#^yze
Or verbalize
These dried-out eyes

We'll be better off, you see
In history, in disguise


I'm almost at your feet
Like so many times before
All the restless days and nights

With heart on the floor
And what I do to me
By coming here tonight

Is mean, my heart and hands are cold

So let's not !@#^yze

Or verbalize
These dried-out eyes
We'll be better off, you see

In history, in disguise
So let's not compromise
Or !@#^yze

These worn-out lies

What you're giving me

You sure can't offer her
No sorry dried-out eyes
Will get you this girl

I turn around to leave
As so many times before
But now, it's different

Nevermore

So let's not !@#^yze

Or verbalize
These dried-out eyes
We'll be better off, you see

In history, in disguise
So let's not compromise
Or !@#^yze

These worn-out lies
We'll be better off, you see
In history, in disguise