Found a door that opens without creaking, And you just went right fuckin’ through it. I burnt the roses you bought me, Trying to prove something; They were gifted with empty intentions.
It’s as though you wanted me to know, And I’d laugh at myself to hazard a guess; Everything you said was one of your shows. I’ll write your name on a banknote and burn it; Unlike you, I mean everything I say and do. Fuckin’ runaway.