It feels like yesterday
I called you up and cried
Darling, I'm [bad word] home
You're the shade of grey
I've always loved and denied
But I'm [bad word] home

Are we really that confused
When our knuckles are [bad word] I mad or merely had
Are we really that jaded
When the scars have faded
Are you scorn or merely torn

You never told me why [bad word] out of time
How numbers speak of what I've done
But I don't dare defy
The clock's steady chime
I guess I'll make it if [bad word] 
Was it ever our fashion
To share the same passion
Is it hate or merely fate
That makes us skip a heartbeat
Every time our lips meet
Have we lost at our own cost