Don't give me that I told you so look
Over your shoulder
I can't help but organize your wife
She wants me to mould her
And I should have told her
That so strong is the lure of moods
Invariably they're mostly misunder
Misunderstood

It's when we're listening a difference
Is waiting in stated layers
It's when we license our pet hates
Become irate useless prayers
Still you choose to ignore this course
And I'll go along and blah blah blah blah blah
Until I'm hoarse

I should've been with you I shouldn't have let
You grace on grit you hit out and then you
Wonder why your choice of reflections made
You cry I should have been with you

Visions are cast over beached where footprints
Are left to say I'm here and burning
The night oil and still you want me to pay
Still you choose to ignore this course
And I go along and blah blah blah blah blah
Until I'm hoarse