Besedila: Pony Up!. The Best Offence.

Don't tell me they all hate me now too
don't tell me it all comes back to you

the only thing I can think to do
is to sap some strength
from somebody new

I miss not knowing you so well

you make yourself useful to each one who cries
and then left without you they'll be paralyzed

my self-respect means more to me than you do
or at least it used to

I wonder what it was I thought that I knew
did I realize I would never be enough for you?

you ask again what is it that I'm waiting for
that is a stupid question
that is to be sure

you sit there calmly with your eloquence
and I thought the best offence was a good defence
but I keep losing every round
I remember when it all started going down

I remember the beer caught in my throat
and the lonely comfort of my only winter coat
I could tell you exactly when I fell
it was back when I did not know you so well