I floor you and you floor me
The strangest of activities
If there were paper in this room
This day would be it's doom

I wrote down everything I thought
And sent it to her bound and knot
But she didn't care to read my verse
So I moved on, even unrehearsed

Welcome to the party, people
Here's the church and here's the steeple
Not a good game or fairly equal
Another meaningless, stupid sequel

I wrote a hundred unsent love notes
All on stationary I crumpled and choked
Let it be an oxymoron as it flitters gone
Drifting stationary a hundred years long

You tell me and I can't speak
The weirdest mental brain leak
If there were paper in this room
This day would be it's doom

I wrote down everything I want
And bled myself out yes and not
But she didn't care to read my curse
So I moved on, even unrehearsed

Welcome to the meltdown, honey
Here's the brain and here's the temple
Not a good game or fairly equal
Another meaningless, stupid sequel

You floor me with what you say
The most beautiful words in their way
If there were paper in this room
Today would be it's doom

I wrote down everything I felt
Like I'd rather die on my feet
Than live in fear upon my knees
So I stood up and began to scream

Welcome to the turnaround, people
Here's where I become a true hero
Not a good game or even equal
But this time you can't stop me, people

I floor you and you floor me
Oh how this makes me happy
If there was paper in this room
Today would surely be it's doom