Looking at the little park across the street

Seeing how the lines and shadows never meet

Litter on the grass yellow brown and green

'Round the picnic table

When you're old they say moments pass on by

But still believe that two years is some time

To go mangle in a soup of stupid lies

At the picnic table

Where it all went down

Couldn't you have left it as it was

Would have been so easy

I can't even think of you now because

I don't want to cry today

You could have just left me

Angry righteous and sad

But you had to slash the tires

On a car you couldn't drive

Did you really have to look at me that way?

Like a tattered piece towel thrown away

Like the litter that surrounded us that day

'Round the picnic table

Where it all went down

Couldn't you have simply let things lie

That would have been to easy

Once I'd finally seen your shadow side

Could have walked away

You just heaped your lies upon more lies

Slash the tires

On the car you couldn't drive

Hide the hammer

Bury the hatchet

Slash the tires

On the car you wouldn't drive