Again we've come 'round, baby,
living in this dead end town.
When I stop to think about
the days gone by,
it makes me resent
all the decisions
that I was too afraid to make,
and all the time we've wasted
not ******* the nights away
or robbing banks together
or traveling the world
or going to plays
or just loving each other.

I resent all this wasted time
spent alone, baby..

But, maybe if we did end up together
you'd turn out to be
a real numb ****,
and I'd be longing
to be alone.

I'll never know.