The pictures of you that I had on my wall
Amount to the - nothing
No, I don't feel anything at all
I said what I said, and I meant every line
Every comment about you and your performance at the time
Yet somehow you took it as harmful and kicked me to the curb
You deserve to have it all;
Every bit that I give you
And smiles about all the bikes that have crashed
The bear in the woods has moved into the house I call home
But when somebody comes
And turns that all around;
The augur through the ice
Digging straight into the ground
All the profane excuses
To play a simple game
My intentions were good
My intentions were good
My intentions were good
My intentions were good