It hurts to say
What I mess you've made
But thanks anyway,for
The wine and the bouquet.

I can't see it all (Don't brother)
My eyes will fall.(Don't brother)
What I fell.(Don't brother)
Can't conceal.(Don't brother)

I guess I feel
I feel like shit too
This pain isn't real
Unless it's true

I can't see it all...

And so cliché
Slow motion ballet
We fight in the café
And you drop down the tray.