Lines To a Different Play

Here's another ending

Static on a page

Foregone conclusions

Just the faces aren't the same

Back in the apartment

She isn't what she seems

Words got blurted out

And fell like spit into my drink

And if that's how it's got to go down

Then I'm gonna stay till you kick me out

And I know what feels good and what's not allowed

And there's plenty of heartache to go around

There's plenty of heartache to go around

The part that's so confusing

It could happen like you say it should

Right down to the phrasing

But it wouldn't do you any good

Back in the apartment

Dressed up like a stage

Unfamiliar actors saying lines to a different play

But if she didn't want me then

Why'd she climb into my bed?

And I know some things you sing

You'd never say out loud

And there's plenty of heartache to go around

I've been holding back

I've been giving you a break

Just he get the hang of it

But now it's time to teach you a little respect, right

But it'll have to be next time