San Mateo Fogline

Here we go again to the point

Where it becomes a theme

Like "we hate each other, can't live without you"

But in a rhyming scheme

I have this poison pen as an outlet

But you don't have a way to lay all the cards on the table

So fold this hand and say "there are many others

who can treat me better than you could"

And I'm sure that given the chance that they would

I am lying when I tell you that my head is doing fine

And I'm as sure as, sure as the San Mateo fog line

As I pass a sign that says no exit

I think of what you said

We're stuck on this road looking for an answer

That isn't up ahead

We both know we are like division

Subtraction of ourselves

This could be our purgatory and life could be our hell

I never thought that you would tell me that I had to go

And I took all this for granted that I know

I can never hurt you again if I know you are not mine

And I'm as sure as, sure as the San Mateo fog line