I came to you My conscience clean Blood on my knees
The moral of the story Is don't walk away again
I called you out To see my bow Our final scene
The moral of the story Is don't look away again To find a better conversation
I saw you there Your friends aware Without a care
The moral of the story Is don't lie to me again To find a better conversation So I can be your consolation prize
I ran away To stand my ground Look what I found
The moral of the story Is don't walk away again To find a better conversation So I can be your consolation prize To find a better conversation No, I'll never be your consolation prize
