Spite and sadness must run deep, finding reserves of energy To take the time to let everybody know you think we're shady Such deep emotional investment in people that you don't even know It's making you look sad now, as if you've had something stolen from you When it looks like the other way around maybe only three of you will ever know You didn't want it public, but you seethe with this anger You made us laugh so hard, we were having the best time Sad for and tired of you, what else might you stoop to? What else could you stop to? Maybe time's come to end all of this now