It was far from a phase
That would hastily pa**
Rapidly approaching
Critical ma**
Her heart in my hands
My heart in the trash
Guess love never pays
When you're all out of cash
She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel alright
I said: Sure, engrave me into history. White on white
She said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twins
I said: I'll race you to recovery. Last one wins
Stranger rhymes with danger
And knowing nothing would change her
I chose to let her be
Just a stranger to me
Every journey that I make
Paved with failures and mistakes
After she left, I missed what I lost
So I lost myself, not much of a cost
This dog won't hunt
Never had a lot of will
Sure have had a lot of won'ts
Wonder if I ever will
Belong
She asked: Anything that I can do to make you feel alright
I said: Sure, engrave me into history. White on white
She said: If you are to be any worse, you'd have to be twins
I said: I'll race you to recovery. Last one wins
Why won't you ever listen?
This dog won't hunt!