Remember when you mouthed off to the cops? They spun you around and they locked you up I was home wondering when we were gonna talk while you Spent the night in a concrete room at the end of my block Sleeping on a bench made of rock Well, I've got a feeling it's beyond repair But you can rest your hand on my knee I've got some time to spare Instead of making it right We like to cut off our own noses in spite You're so terrified of what's to come But all the future does is move along We can cast a shadow over every time We've ever been dead wrong Because you know we're dead wrong And I've got a feeling it's beyond repair But you can rest your hand on my knee I've got some time to spare Instead of making it right We like to cut off our own noses in spite Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo So much for a clean break Chalk it up to a series of mean mistakes But we'll both eventually be okay Just give me some time to fade From your brain But I've got a feeling it's beyond repair But you can rest your hand on my knee I've got no feelings left to spare Alone we might make it out alive But we like to cut off our noses in spite