Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be,
"knock three times, tell them who sent you
and who you came to see". I could find you in
any dive in any one of these Dark streets. In a
vinyl booth with a stranger, dripping
insincerities. And all those promises to me you
mumbled. I guess you'll keep them eventually...(to
someone else) Now we're all former friends treated
like guests in our very own home, as we stare and
wonder how someone young could get dumber than
you. But hey that's what they say about the
divorce rate: the kids grow up not trusting
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me) But I won't forget the day when you came to me
backstage just to see what I would say about your
newest mistake. Duck hits and the whole world gets
to see you hide out in some Green Point diner with
all the indie rockers and the graphic designers,
diving through the alleys of these Dark streets,
with a vinyl smile dripping with insincerity. Hell
you sure fooled me. But hey that's they say about
two products of the divorce rate. And if this fate
is ours to embrace, you can come find me
backstage. But I won't be anyone's mistake.