I wish I saw the coming of this
I thought I knew the angles and the risks
Turn the light from defense and from spite
Now follow through
You know it could be the same
I never checked my change
I'll almost understand
If I should take the blame
I found a key in an open box
I'm attempting it in any key that locks
The way you wait to be picked up today
Grace and shame and a broken moped
You know it could be the same
I've never taken aim
You almost never show
The pieces of the game
You know it could be the same
Hand over that rule book
Hand it over