Opening night
We’re playing the same
old movie and I’m
Caught in a lie
That I could be better off again
Stuck in a rut
I can't remember the last
I’ve heard from you
Now I’m sick to my gut
I can't remember the last I’ve heard
Said I wouldn't be the one for you
It's getting late and
I'm hearing waves of blue
Saw you on the pier with someone new
And I dread the day
he builds you a palace
Said I wouldn't be the one for you
It's getting late and
I'm hearing waves of blue
Saw you on the pier with someone new
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
Open your eyes
Another cruel reflection, and I’m
Spinning a lie
That I could be better off again
A lingering knot
Now you hold the gun I pulled on you
Now I’m sick to my gut
Now you hold the gun I pulled
Said I wouldn't be the one for you
It's getting late and
I'm hearing waves of blue
Saw you on the pier with someone new
And I dread the day
he builds you a palace
Said I wouldn't be the one for you
It's getting late and
I'm hearing waves of blue
Saw you on the pier with someone new
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris
And I dread the day
he takes you to Paris