She had a tattoo of a dagger on her body
I should have seen the warning sign
So if I don't quit her then, hell, I just might die
Or in the least, I'll lose my mind
Stern talks to myself in the mirror
Pointing in my own face
You gotta pack it up
You gotta start again
Fed up with guessing who's an enemy or friend
You gotta pack it up
Take it on the chin
You walk away from games you'll only lose
You gotta concentrate on matches you can win
Spirit abrasions, soul lacerations
I can't take another day
Yeah
And it's not like I won't have these invitations
If I just change my state of play
Well, it doesn't matter how you play the game
It's whether you win or lose
You gotta pack it up
You gotta start again
Fed up with guessing who's an enemy or friend
You gotta pack it up
Take it on the chin
And solely concentrate on matches you can win, yeah
You gotta pack it up
And just walk way
Sometimes a dream should never meet the dawning day
You gotta pack it up
You gotta just move on
Pack your suitcase, start the engine
Don't forget to blast that rock n' roll song
Yeah yeah
It doesn't matter how you play the game
It's whether you win or lose
And sometimes you can't choose
You gotta pack it up
And just start again
Fed up with guessing who's an enemy or friend
You gotta pack it up
And just walk away
Sometimes a dream should never meet the dawning day
You gotta pack it up
You gotta just move on
Pack your suitcase, start the engine
Blast that rock n' roll song
Oh you gotta pack it up
And leave Beacontown
Grab your your coat, your boots, your keys, your hat
And leave before the old full moon goes down
