I admit that miss you
but I'm stuck with my issues and you
I know you have yours to
We broke up with the past
so there's no turning back
Now you're broke to the bones
after days by the phone you had it
You said I'm done I quit
I'm the puzzle piece who can not seem to fit
And I felt that way to
each decision resolved in a trial
The judge pointing at you
said I'm guilty of wanting to travel those miles
So we sneaked out of court
and we marked out our course but for what?
A predictable end
Saw the plot for our eyes
as we went round the bend
Now you move to your big flat
your roomy is telling you that
"you could make money like me
if you just go ahead
and drop those commie ideas"
So I look myself up
with the dreams and ideas that I've got
Somehow you're always near
as I'm staring out into the empty air
Wondering who's to blame?
The playwrite behind all tragical plays?
The pictures too big to fit in a sight
so make them small and black and white
In the sun on a park bench
six cold ones and memories of days
when we both were young
Yeah, since then I've never had so much fun
You said it's a bad habit
but mine you can't have it you know
For the state that we're in
diagnosis call for some strong medicine
My mind went absent
washed away with a glass of absinth
You said "it's cheap I bought it abroad"
so we just laughed and had some more