I know that I don't belong here in your bedroom
It smells like cigarettes, sex, and alcohol;
A belated celebration of a late night conversation
On the telephone that left me in pieces
I hope you found the note I taped to your bedpost
58 reasons this can never work out you will never work out
Don't try to explain the way you explained this to me
Your explanation's good enough for now even though you're lying
Your "I love you" in lipstick in the bathroom
Won't mean a thing tomorrow but I'll have to wash my mirror
It's so easy to forget about your empty words
Your cold embrace full of broken promises
The lack of motivation, your memorized quotations,
An extensive list of flat out lies
I made a list of my own and for once I'm not sorry
58 reasons this can never work out you will never work out
If I'd known there was going to be a massacre,
I would have brought my chainsaw
Your actions speak louder than your screams