Here's another ending Static on a page Foregone conclusions Just the faces aren't the same Back in the apartment She isn't what she seems Words got blurted out And fell like spit into my drink
And if that's how it's got to go down Then I'm gonna stay till you kick me out And I know what feels good and what's not allowed And there's plenty of heartache to go around There's plenty of heartache to go around
The part that's so confusing It could happen like you say it should Right down to the phrasing But it wouldn't do you any good Back in the apartment Dressed up like a stage Unfamiliar actors saying lines to a different play
But if she didn't want me then Why'd she climb into my bed? And I know some things you sing You'd never say out loud And there's plenty of heartache to go around
I've been holding back I've been giving you a break Just he get the hang of it But now it's time to teach you a little respect, right? But it'll have to be next time
