No, no really, this one's on me.
I'll let you get the next time we go out for coffee. 
I want to know all about your history. 
Open my eyes, we can solve this mystery.

Cuz I've got all the clues and I can't piece it together. 
Now I'm talking to you, so can you clear up the record?

Do you hear him? Do you feel him? 
Do you see him when you're dreaming?
Does he hit you? Does he hold you? Does he listen? 
Or cut you off when you're speaking?
Cuz I wanna know the reason. 

You're telling everyone he is your best friend.
And you're handing out flyers on the weekend. 
You're making up your mind, 
you said "everything is blinded by history". 
So you stay at home writing unauthorized biographies.

I get so confused when you can't keep it together. 
Now I'm talking to you, so can you clear up the record?