A prizefight between your entropy and cowardice.
The sweet science of being in love.
The sweet science of giving up.
Did she keep a file
of all your lame excuses,
and vulgar transgressions?
Like the time that you said
That you were afraid
to confront your fear
of confrontation?
Confrontation...?
A raw deal for your sweet complicit paramour.
Someday she'll thak you, of course that is what deathbeds are for.
Did she keep a file
of all your lame excuses,
and vulgar transgressions?
Like the time that you said
That you were afraid
to confront your fear
of confrontation?
Confrontation...?
Now you'll have to dine alone.
Yeah...
A prizefight between your...
Entrapy and cowardice...
The sweet science of being in love.
The sweet science of giving up.
Did she keep a file
of all your lame excuses,
and vulgar transgressions?
Like the time that you said
That you were afraid
to confront your fear
of confrontation?
Confrontation...?
A raw deal for your sweet complicit paramour.
Someday she'll thak you, of course that is what deathbeds are for.
Did she keep a file
of all your lame excuses,
and vulgar transgressions?
Like the time that you said
That you were afraid
to confront your fear
of confrontation?
Confrontation...?
Now you'll have to dine alone.
Yeah...
A prizefight between your...
Entrapy and cowardice...