Maybe I’m the model of the aftermath
The possibility the best damn days are gone
Always knew your favor wouldn’t last
Words are hollow, didn’t mean a thing
I said, «how do you do it?»
There’s a formula I know I just couldn’t find
I revel in ruin
Past the part of me I’m trying hard to leave behind
And after the smoke’s all cleared
Where do we go from here?
Promised me a promise but it was a lie
Crawl my way out fine with no thanks to you
Guess I’m lucky to be out alive
Could be worse for the wear
Could be bloody and blue
How do you do it?
Walk away as if you didn’t have a mess to fix
I won’t be the ruined casualty that eventually comes to this
The end may not quite be near
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Once when your words were all to be praised
I followed you on and on and on and on for days
And now that you’ve all but just disappeared
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?