It's not complicated,
the lines been drawn
But I can't differentiate,
the side you're on

Are you my nemesis or my lover,
I guess six a once half a dozen of another

When it's water under the bridge,
I guess it is what you say it is
So go ahead and push me,
put me out of my misery
But I still can't see why you'd come waidin' in after me

I can feel the wear and tear,
the older I get
I can hear the gear slip and squeak when I step

So what's the point with all your bullshit comments
So what's the difference in backhanded compliments and loaded questions

When it's water under the bridge,
I guess it is what you say it is
So go ahead and push me,
put me out of my misery
But I still can't see why you'd come waidin' in after me

It's water under the bridge,
I guess it is what you say it is
So go ahead and push me,
put me out of my misery
But I still can't see why you'd come waidin' in after me