If only words had the power to rip the lies from your mouth,
or pull my heart out of the purse you dropped at my feet;
one swift motion and a heave, liquid dinner all over
grass and empty beer cans.

The stars still shone as I tried to hold your hair back,
the Earth kept spinning around the Sun,
that last night I loved you, out behind the wal-mart.

But that was a long time ago baby, ancient history
to people like you and me.

Too little and too late for me to say I'm sorry
that keeping it casual just isn't in me.

When you told me you had a thing for ****** up people
I guess I already knew, or wanted to believe,
that I was too ****** up for you.

You don't know how good you were at making me
your Quasi Modo, but you said everything right,
just enough for doubt, just enough for the hook.