Hold on, where did you get those little facts from, 
The last I'd heard we hadn't changed for anyone, 
To celebrate your pace, your hate for attention, 
But hang it high for everyone to see

I've said too many things that I meant, 
You don't thing for yourself and it shows, 
Believe anything that you hear, 
But I wouldn't do that to you, even though you do that to

Confuse, to whom and where I go with all my good news, 
The [bad word] said it so [bad word] it must be [bad word]  
How could I ever even think to [bad word] you, 
So I'm gonna cut you, cut you, cut you loose

I've said too many things that I meant, 
You don't thing for yourself and it shows, 
Believe anything that you hear, 
But I wouldn't do that to you, even though you do that to me

I've said too many things that I meant, 
You don't think for yourelf and it shows, 
Believe anything that you hear, 
But I wouldn't do that to you, even though you do that to
To me