Well the [bad word] it fell so heavy
Like a hammer through the room
That I could choose another over her
You always said I was an actor, baby
Guess in [bad word] you thought me just amateur

That you never saw the signs
That you never lost your grip [bad word] on now
That's such a childish claim
Now I wear the brand of traitor
Don't it seem a bit absurd
When it's clear I was so obviously framed
When it's clear I was so obviously framed

Now you act so surprised
To hear what you already know
And all you really had to do was ask
I'd have told you straight away
All those lies were [bad word] And all that was false was fact

Now you hold me close and hard
But I was like a statue at most
Refusing to acknowledge you'd been hurt
Now you're clawing at my throat
And you're crying all is lost
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt
But your tears they felt so hot upon my shirt

Well the [bad word] it fell so heavy
Like a hammer through the room
That I could choose another over her
You always said I was an actor, baby
Guess in [bad word] you thought me just amateur

Was it you who told me once
Now looking back it seems surreal
That all our mistakes are merely grist for the mill
So why is it now after I had my fill
would you steal from me the sorrow that I've earned
Shall we call this a lesson learned?
Shall we call this a lesson learned?