Juxtapose, it's just a pose. Who knows
what's better for us than us.
It's justified and full of lies.
Interrogation leads to more questions
than answers, and Sir--it's time to move beyond
and we all knew it'd come to this.
The switches that turned us off are the same that turned us on.
Singing the same song to that same blond but somehow seems so wrong.
I wrote to let you know this
before this and that went down.
It's sad to see you frown, Mister out of town.
I know you're still around.
Eventually I know you'll leave,
and so will I. This has to die.
I can't expect things to go back, way back like us,
and forth and back again.