I'd say to play this game again But every way just paves an end If this could taste just like you'd said Then bitter phrase would leave my head But I can't help it It's the truth I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad I'm happy we met, and don't you forget My burns return, assure it hurts I'm sure you've heard it's near September Well I'm leaving, please try seeing some of these feeling for once Esoteric, all bullshit, it proves it from what's written We sit on plastic, the past ruminated This cigarette cycle sits sickly substantial So show me you still care and shun all my camels But I can't help it, it's the truth I'm happy we met, but it's fun being sad I'm happy we met, and don't you forget