Is it the truth that I just don't care?
If not, then at least I've learned
To let sleeping dogs lie where they fall
At least I know what I'll see and I don't indulge
I keep the wolves locked up and my chainsaw off
Of course he knew me after my worst,
Just his luck to escape the curse
Of broken windows
In the middle of the night
Waking up to a red torch light
You know I've got a tongue like a knife,
Tell me dear,
Is that your life or red wine?
Oh, the things I'd love to do to those arrogant eyes
But no, I've learned
You didn't mean much,
And it's not my turn