That summer was just crazy hot
 We walked the fairground parking lot
 And with our secret handshakes
 Sealed the [bad word]  But I'm too close to know just what
 Will keep Pandora's boxes shut
 And so I'll fail you badly
 When you really need me

 'Cause I don't know
 What I should know –
 That I can't help you anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore

 I'll get a pen and make a list
 And give you my analysis
 But I can't write this story
 With a happy ending
 Was I the bullet or the gun
 Or just a target drawn upon
 wall that you decided
 Wasn't worth defending?

 And I should know
 But I don't know
 That I can't help you anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore
 Anymore
 No, I can't help you

 'Cause baby, look what I have done
 [bad word] just go on and on
 I've got to let it go now, or it will drag me under

 So I can't help you anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore
 Anymore
 No, I can't help you anymore