I can almost feel your pull
to send me toppling like dominoes,
but you're here and you're not alone,

someone whispers on your telephone,
oh this one's for me
oh this one's for free


you got me right there,
back to the wall it's almost not fair,

so you stand, fake, and stare,
through the reds of your crosshairs
oh this chance is rare

oh not one to spare

you were never part pf my definition

you were just a lesson in the art of omission.

$#&@ing guitar solo.

!#@*ING guitar solo