Ugly For Nostalgia

It’s kinda hard to call you my friend

When you stab me in the back again

I feel ripped off and cheated

Broken down, defeated

It’s getting easier every day

To understand why I walked away, I know

The distance is healing intentions, revealing

So put your money where your mouth is

You're writing checks all over this town

And the cloud of personal debt is approaching

We’re all waiting for the breakdown

So put your money where your mouth is

No one’s surprised your luck is running out

And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing

We’re all waiting for the breakdown!

So where do we go from here

The miles between us drive away the years, I won’t

Ask for. Directions. No reunion. Intersections

If our paths cross and we meet again

Let’s chalk it up to coincidence

And just continue on our own way

And forget the old days

So put your money where your mouth is

You're writing checks all over this town

And the cloud of personal debt is approaching

We’re all waiting for the breakdown

So put your money where your mouth is

No one’s surprised your luck is running out

And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing

We’re all waiting for the breakdown!

We’re all waiting for the breakdown