You don't say much of anything
When questioned of your whereabouts, your whereabouts.
And I just can't see through the evidence,
It's evident,
It's right in front of me in black-and-white and red.

And I don't believe in much of anything.
I'm glad I have people I call friends.
If it was up to me, I'd never have to miss you.
It's for the better in the bitter end,
I guess you'd know the best.

You have every right to be
this appalled with me,
Join the club,
I signed up a long time ago and I know how you feel
And when you decked me.
You left me knocked out on the floor.
I came to bloodied up, but you weren't around.
I picked my teeth off the ground like they'd been there before.

You don't say much of anything
When questioned of your whereabouts, your whereabouts.
And I just can't see through the evidence,
It's evident,
It's right [bad word] there in black-and-white and red.