Just one more hit to make it right
But every one turns into seven.
I was alone staring over the ledge,
Trying my best not to forget
All manner of joy, all manner of glee
And our one heroic pledge,
How it mattered to us,
How it mattered to me
And the consequences...
I was confused by the birds and the bees
Forgetting if I meant it.
Never thought I'd have to retire
Never thought I'd have to abstain
Never thought all this could back fire
Close up the hole in my vein...
I know,
You cut me loose in contradiction
I know,
I'm all wrapped up in sweet attrition
I know,
It's asking for your benediction
I know
I know...