I was a backing track
Saving my green voice’s back
Disguising the obvious
That I had no one to sing for
I lived in a paper bin
Which I lay curled up and forgotten in
With an unfinished lover’s hymn
Tattooed on my forehead

Oh, where were you
Had I known you then
The [bad word] would have been better

I got used to the treadmill love
Where no matter how fast [bad word] 
You’re stuck at the starting point
Only exhausted
I was the anonymous author
Of songs I’d not dared to share
Lacking the audience
Of a lover’s ear

Oh, where were you
Had I known you then
The [bad word] would have been better

You could have prevented this
You could have prevented this
You could have prevented this
You could have prevented this

Oh, where were you
Had you known me then
The [bad word] would have been better