I'm no good at goodbye You'd think that I'd be better 'Cause I say them all the time I know that you wouldn't be surprised To see that I'm not better off Since I left it all behind Buried in the memories In a dream you call tradition I respect the sentiment But I don't like conditions You know that I'm to blame Even if you won't say the same I can't say what's on my mind I like to think some other time I wasn't quite so blind But who's to say it's cut and dry And who's to say I'm not the one Who feels it half the time Buried in the memories In a dream you call tradition I respect the sentiment But I don't like the bitterness You know that you're the same Even if you won't take the blame