Tell me the truth,
right now baby, because I am so, so sick… I know you can hear me wheezing.
Don't you act like you don't know
what's going on.
You know what hurts – lets not go there. Don't ask me to smile.

See me rising into age –
old enough to manipulate, too old to lie to. Your face is colored
with guilt and shame.
Guys like you aren't used
to saying Sorry.

Well, I know that what you took and I don't want it back anyways.