Everything I say is immaterial
Everything you say is so ethereal, I have your letters pinned on my board
You used to say I took the words so serious, now I'm serious
I'm changing now but I know its too late for it, now I pay for it on the floor
I'm too late for it
Now, I pay for it
I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone
I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown
Everything we say is immaterial
We both look like we're at a fucking funeral, I miss the usual, I don't know
I've never lost somebody who meaningful in an evening-full
I hate to see the feelings aren't mutual but now I pay for it on the floor
I'm too late for it
Now, I pay for it
I paved the way for it
Now, I pay for it
I beg you to talk but now you're as good as gone
I got up and walked, now I'm a lonesome clown
Is this forever?