The end result wasn't what you expected|
I fled the scene, like a coward, agreed,
but you can't change the rules
in the middle of the game.
I won't suffer your indulging
I tip-toed around you
while trying to be true to you.
Fighting doesn't really fix anything
and denial isn't all it's cracked up to be.
You found the nerve
to call me selfish.
Well, sure, I'm thinking
only of me.
The end result wasn't what you expected.
My obligations are second degree.
But, now the burns are healing
from the inside out.
Lyrics written 2008 in Asheville, NC by James Moats