I Started Something I Couldn't Finish

The lanes were silent

There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles

I doused our friendly venture with a hard-faced, three word gesture

I started something, I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me

Typical me, I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams

Uh, that's what tradition means

And I doused another venture with a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something, I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me

Typical me, I started something and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams

Uh, that's what tradition means

And now eighteen months hard-labor seems fair enough

I started something, I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted, typical me, typical me

Typical me, I started something and now I'm not too sure

I started something, I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me

Typical me, typical me, typical me, I started something

And now I'm not too sure

(Okay Stephen, do that again)