You always tried to run away, is all I ever heard you say.
The more you laugh, the more I know how things might have grown.
It's like a play that never ends, in which the characters were friends.
They improvise, they skip a page on their pathetic little stage.
It's the same as telling a child that he's not supposed to laugh.
One day he'll turn his back and leave us, anger is all we have.
This might sound as a big surprise, you're far too old for this disguise.
You're jealous' she responds, she knows they all go down on blondes.
It's like a play that never ends, in which the characters were friends.
They improvise, they skip a page on their pathetic little stage.
It's like a soap that nobody's seen but everyone knows by heart.
The famous card house's built by us both, we watch as it falls apart.
It's the same as telling a child that he's not supposed to speak.
One day he'll turn his back ad leave us, old pathetic and weak.
