The pen in the pocket
The fall down the stairs
The fork in the socket
These are our daily dares
These are my concerns
These are my disregards
This is what I've learned
And I've forgotten so far
I'm making lead from gold
I'm turning friends to err
Carries into cabals
Victories to despair
It hits you like a brick
It hits you like a smell
It doesn't bat a lash
It brings on fainting spells
Use sentiment like aloe
Use sentiment like mace
Use sentimental explanations
Of how we got to this place
I got f**ed by fate
On fate and I's first date
And now I know I knew
Breaking up is hard to do