Your Excuse

Slobberbone

Gunned down in the middle of things,

this thing between you and me

I had no clue, and neither did you,

of anything so unforeseen



You're damn right, you can't fight

the need to be your own friend

But it gets so old, and you're so cold,

for the one that's waiting for you in the end

So come on



Dumb luck, I guess I messed up,

telling you all where to go

But it seemed so right to try to cause a fight,

I guess that goes to show what I know



You're damn right, you can't fight

the need to be your own friend

But it gets so old, and you're so cold,

for the one that's waiting for you in the end

So I say, hell yes, I confess,

to always wanting things to be the same

But this change you use as your excuse

for leaving me behind, well that's lame



Gunned down in the middle of things,

this thing between you and me

I had no clue, and neither did you,

of anything so unforeseen



You're damn right, you can't fight

the need to be your own friend

But it gets so old, and you're so cold,

for the one that's waiting for you in the end



So I say, hell yes, I confess,

to always wanting things to be the same

But this change you use as your excuse

for leaving me behind, well that's lame



And it's too late, I guess that's just great,

telling me how things should stay

But the truth be known, I'd rather be alone

than to have to live like this another day

Come on