"Alone at last, we can sit and fight
False tales! Of a washed up prom queen!
Why'd you tell me!
And I am to the point where I don't wanna know
Where
Did I go wrong? I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness, and
It was written in blood!

We're the friends who stuck together
We wrote our names in blood
But I guess you can't accept that the change is good
It's good, it's good

Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out