I wrote the papers for the party after school

You always treated me well guess I was a fool for fool's gold

I passed out drunk inside the bar

Fell off the stool now I have more scars

Don't know if I can take it anymore

It's been three years are you still keeping score?

You asked me if I still felt the same

Well no but you don't have yourself to blame

The script is still writing it out

We'll get together somehow