| They say you have to suffer for your art |
| So I guess that means it’s losing what you love |
| They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder |
| But I think my heart has grown fond enough |
| What am I doing tonight? |
| My nose is bleeding and my shoes are feeling tight |
| So, can we just get a minute, or fifteen if you give it? |
| Can you pretend that I’m looking alright? |
| They say that if you’re gonna write a song |
| You need to deal with things yourself and then move on |
| And though the best revenge is living well, they say |
| The only problem’s I ain’t living very well today |
| Who are you kidding tonight? |
| Your eyes are looking like you’re strapped to sticks of dynamite |
| So, if this is what you want |
| Please stop saying that you won’t |
| 'cause you think that’ll make you feel alright |
| Who are we kidding tonight? |
| We’re acting like a brother and sister in a fight |
| And maybe if we just stop bickering |
| We could get to do some thinking |
| And pretending that we’re feeling alright |