Would you act out?
Got a little money in your pocket, and allure
Who'd you call now?
The telephone is singing like a siren song
Leaving me in your dust
I was never that sure of us, until now
Without doubt, I'm sure that the love I've given
Is never gonna make it back around
Am I to blame?
A melancholy match in search of gasoline
A moth to a flame
Beguiled by a cold and calculated smokescreen
Chewed me up to the crust
And then abandoned all remains of us on the ground
Without doubt, I'm sure that the love I've given
Is never gonna make it back around
And you've been parsing degrees of your deceit
How'd I never notice it while you were looking at me?
Just say what you believe
Yeah, give the truth to me
I'll never say another word
