I Stole This For You

Dusk hits
And the whole world gets to be
Knock three times and tell them who sent you
And who you came to see
I could find you in any dive
On any one of these dark streets
In a vinyl booth with a stranger
Dripping insincerities
And all those promises to me you mumbled
I guess you'll keep eventually to someone else
Hey, what the hell, I said
Now we're all former friends treated like guests
In our very homes
As we stare and wonder how someone so young
Could get any dumber than you
But hey that's what they say about the divorce rate
The kids grow up not trusting anything
But I won't forget the day when you came to me backstage
Just to see what I would say about your newest mistake
Dusk hits and the whole world gets to see
You hide out in some Green Point diner
With all the indie rockers and graphic designers
Diving through the alleys of these dark streets
With a vinyl smile dripping with insincerities
Hell, you sure fooled me
Now we're all former friends treated like guests
In our very homes
As we stare and wonder how someone so young
Could get any dumber than you
But hey, that's what they say
About two products of the divorce rate
And if this fate is ours to embrace, come find me backstage
But I won't be anyone's mistake