This doesn't have to end, But it should. We used to help each other out, Now it doesn't feel good. So go back to your room And hide with your cellophane. All twisted up in two Like Caliban you've seen it all Without language to use. The phonecalls stopped, The letters, too. Maybe we pa**ed on the street, Pretended we never knew. It might be worth the effort But we don't have the time Or the will to intrude. Sooner or later you have to choose Between one set of lies and another. It's nothing new. But like it or not, There's part of me in you. I don't know if I'll ever see you again And there's one thing I'll never understand. It's like the words that we said Rolled over to play dead And we kissed them goodbye And never questioned why.