I want to let it go,
I want to let it go for you.
Knowing now what I know,
I just can't let it go.
Your S.O.S. arrived here,
But empathy is a farfetched request,
Like you at your best on P.M.S., dear.
So K.I.T. and goodbye,
Girl, I saw you that night.
And F.Y.I., it was T.M.I..
You're a son-of-a gun,
And father to the knife that's in my side.
No sense in trying to alter fate,
Time would outlast us anyway.
Gone are the days,
Gone are those nights.
With T.N.T. I could clear,
The stubborn memory still stuck somewhere
In between my filthy ears, dear.
I L.O.L. to myself.
Baby, can't you see my T.L.C. now is A.D.D.?
Son of a gun!
No sense in trying to alter fate,
Time would outlast us anyway.
Gone are the days,
Gone are those nights.
You're a son-of-a-gun,
And I am father to the knife that cut all our ties and so...
I want to let it go,
I want to let it go for you.
Knowing now what I know,
I just can't let it go.
I want to let it go,
I want to let it go, it's true.
Knowing now what I know,
I just can't let it go.
I want to let it go,
I want to let it go for you.
Knowing now what I know,
I just can't let it...
No sense in trying to alter fate,
Time would outlast us anyway.
Gone are those days...
Gone are those nights.