He sat on the swings with me
I flashed back to 1983
I wished this second time around would have worked
And I am so sorry that I still love such a ****
The part I love is so seldom seen
That sticking around to see it feels very mean
I am subject to all the seething anger in every scene
You have no patience, no calmness, it is obscene
I cannot live in that crazy world of everything negative
I feel like a captive in a gilded cage with no real objective
I cannot change you, you said it yourself
And my feelings can no longer sit on a shelf
I am so sorry we did not make it
But I can no longer fake it