Why... must I always say I'll write When you said I lie, you're right We'll probably never talk again Why... must I always go get fixed Teach your other dog a trick I'm not up for this today It's been nice to know you Now say good-bye, Fiona Why... must apparitions like you show Me a glimmer, then you go Hey, I think I hear your plane Why... must I ever pretend to care About girls that vanish into air I'm on the runway looking lost Losing my pride, losing my hair Each vision takes a part of me I'm left with shattered parts And little shreds of melody