Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive

can see clearly,
writing down the first line in my mind.
my convictions stay true.
keep the words i said,
take the time tonight and write this song about,
you never thought i'd be the one.

believe me...
it's gone away,
we're just victims of this miscommunication.
so turn the key and just drive away,
and as the lights go out one by one,
forget me.

i'm not here to play for you,
was it worth the hours drive to set the mood?
you kept the title you were given,
and gave away what wasn't yours,
and now you don't want to believe me.

lay the roses down upon our grave,
and burn the love away.