Your Excuse (Slobberbone)

Gunned down in the middle of things, this thing between you and me I had no clue, and neither did you, of anything so unforeseen You're damn right, you can't fight the need to be your own friend But it gets so old, and you're so cold, for the one that's waiting for you in the end So come on Dumb luck, I guess I messed up, telling you all where to go But it seemed so right to try to cause a fight, I guess that goes to show what I know You're damn right, you can't fight the need to be your own friend But it gets so old, and you're so cold, for the one that's waiting for you in the end So I say, hell yes, I confess, to always wanting things to be the same But this change you use as your excuse for leaving me behind, well that's lame Gunned down in the middle of things, this thing between you and me I had no clue, and neither did you, of anything so unforeseen You're damn right, you can't fight the need to be your own friend But it gets so old, and you're so cold, for the one that's waiting for you in the end So I say, hell yes, I confess, to always wanting things to be the same But this change you use as your excuse for leaving me behind, well that's lame And it's too late, I guess that's just great, telling me how things should stay But the truth be known, I'd rather be alone than to have to live like this another day Come on