I was nearly to the door when I heard that metallic sound
And turned to find your companion shattered, broken and unwound
Afraid of what you’d think of me I gave you quite a line
About fraternities, a rifle shop and tasteless dust and grime
What I couldn’t tell you was the truth
I don’t think you’d like the truth

Unprepared for the road out there, I was alone, ensnared
And would not speak my little selfish mine, explodin’ all the time

I pity that faceless brine, yet long for it all the time
Embarrassing when unconsciously I dare
Feigning that I care La La La

I know what you’re doing; You sneaky little lovebird.
Back to the bay sick. No more road signs.
It’s time for love; Better late than leather