It could of been me, or it could of been you, I never knew it then, but I could of been your fool.
You had this attitude that was pretty rude, I pictured you in platitudes, but the latitude cut right through the altitude, and you just slipped right through.
Now you long for the truth, and iβm, just long in the tooth, who knew then, that, if we didn't pretend, then I, could of been your fool.
Flying above you where the air is thin, there in; I cast the final sin. Simply defined, it looks like you win, again, &