They paid in cash, so you played their songs But there was no feeling; every note was hollow And on the way back, you listened to That old recording that used to be your favorite Not the way I lapsed Not the way I spend my time talking out of line and out of context Not the way I laugh Not the way you spend your time talking in a line and under your breath I must have overstated, I think I've just negated Everything that I was trying to say And all the things I hated were never really all that bad In the end, anyway