A chance encounter in a mutual place,
a sea of strangers, a familiar face.
A conversation catching up on recent times.
She'll be okay now if she stays sat down,
but she's persuaded to a club in town
another gain to her list of recent crimes.
I wouldn't say that what I've done is wrong,
feel out of place now where I'd once belong
and when you look at it and put it in perspective
it looks bad, and you know that you can't deny it.
A missing person with a missing tale,
a deeper breath before my next exhale
I must be on a happy holiday.
So all the mileage didn't count for much There's no hard feelings but, won't be in touch. Your choosy memory forgot the things I've done.
So leave her out of this, it's not her fight,
she saw a glimmer in a faded light.
It's not a war, so I haven't lost or won.
I wouldn't say that what I've done is wrong,
feel out of place now where I'd once belong
and when you look at it and put it in perspective
it looks bad, and you know that you can't deny it.
A missing person with a missing tale,
a deeper breath before my next exhale
I must be on a happy holiday.
It takes two sides to argue and it takes two sides to fight,
all the witnesses can tell you that this side is really right.
Exaggerated stories or just plain and downright lies,
I guess I call it freedom and you call it my demise.
I wouldn't say that what I've done is wrong,
feel out of place now where I'd once belong
and when you look at it and put it in perspective
it looks bad, and you know that you can't deny it.
A missing person with a missing tale,
a deeper breath before my next exhale
I must be on a happy holiday.
