Well the morning [bad word] 
There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,
Several hours or several weeks,
I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,
And disappeared around the bend, 
Ask anyone they'll tell you that.
It's these times that it tends,
The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart
Oh! hold on to your heart.

Do me a favour, break my nose!
Do me a favour, tell me to go away!
Do me a favour, stop asking questions!

She walked away, well her shoes were untied,
And the eyes were all red,
You could see that we've cried, 
And I watched and I waited,
'Till she was inside, 
Forcing a smile and waving goodbye.

Curiousity [bad word] a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.
Curiousity [bad word] a heavy load,
Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.

And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!
She said, do me a favour 
And stop flattering yourself!
How to tear apart the ties that bind, 
Perhaps [bad word] off, might be too kind,
Perhaps [bad word] off, might be too kind