We haven't spoken since last December
When we'd decide unanimous silence forever
Took me along as a love-grazing pet
Now I can't stand the though of this blue-balled debt called shame
Shame
And you know what hurts the most?
(Hurts the most)
Her friends glare at me, bellicose
(Bellicose)
No interest in what I've to say
(Have to say)
What did you do to her? you poor thing
Everyone cuts at the same tongue and has the gall to say life ain't fair
It'll keep spinning whether or not we think that it's easy to bear
I'll be beat
Of the miles upon miles of wreckage
The gaps in our own discrete lives seldom mentioned
All to be filled in and documented
Each of us to the other have got nothing to do with it
Then we'll get cars and get jobs, acquaintances off and on
Sometimes I think of a thought that I knew you liked a lot
Because when days are said and done, some things still loom at the top
Like the grim fact impressions deep-rooted can end up as the one
The one
Everyone cuts at the same tongue and has the gall to say life ain't fair
It'll keep spinning whether or not we think that it's easy to bear
I'll be beat