Lyrics
I never really wanted this job. But look at it from my point of view. You know the routine, you've broken up, locks changed, CD's divied and boxed, ring returned, cuddly toy drawn and courted. Doesn't matter that I felt lazy, doesn't matter that I realized I might have been a tad hasty, doesn't matter that I would have been willing to turn over a new leaf.
Doesn't matter.
You fall.
You don't rise again.
The end.
