It's a shame you're the same as when I found you

I thought you'd be something more

Oh yeah it pains me to watch the ways you've settled

I thought we had big things in store

If you know what you want from the circus

They'll give it to you at the door

But if you hold what you want under the surface

They're never going to give you more

So won't you carry a torch for me

You were always the wronged party

You've always heard it all before

I shoulda listened to my brothers and sisters

When they told me not to see you no more

It's an insult the way you call me sweetheart

Your friends all looking at the floor

And when you get to the end of the circus

It's better just to settle the score

So won't you bury your torch for me

We went out on the night of my birthday. You ended up on the floor

I remember you bleeding on my sweater and joking that it looked hardcore

And how typical of you to try to end it in a sentence, with wedding season around the corner

We can argue about it if you want to. I see you looking at the door

We went out on the night of my birthday, and drank until a quarter to four

In the morning the way that you were looking made me realize what was in store

But it's a shame to put the blame on your body, for what you did the night before

But in a way it's OK the way you treated me, dear - it made it easier to walk out the door

Maybe you don't like the way I phrase it, would you rather I not say it

Awoo