Remember when you mouthed off to the cops?
They spun you around and they locked you up
I was home wondering when we were gonna talk while you
Spent the night in a concrete room at the end of my block
Sleeping on a bench made of rock
Well, I've got a feeling it's beyond repair
But you can rest your hand on my knee
I've got some time to spare
Instead of making it right
We like to cut off our own noses in spite
You're so terrified of what's to come
But all the future does is move along
We can cast a shadow over every time
We've ever been dead wrong
Because you know we're dead wrong
And I've got a feeling it's beyond repair
But you can rest your hand on my knee
I've got some time to spare
Instead of making it right
We like to cut off our own noses in spite
Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo, oo
So much for a clean break
Chalk it up to a series of mean mistakes
But we'll both eventually be okay
Just give me some time to fade
From your brain
But I've got a feeling it's beyond repair
But you can rest your hand on my knee
I've got no feelings left to spare
Alone we might make it out alive
But we like to cut off our noses in spite