You threw out the pastWhen you threw out what was mineThroughout
the yearsIt was hard to make it lastAnodyneNo sign of
reconciliationIt's a quarter past the endFull moon from on
highAcross the board we lose againAnodyneAnodyneTossed it out
for me to findWithout a word you're out the doorWithout a
reason anymoreTwo fingers on the triggerCan break the heart of
any dayFoolish to believeIt would turn out
okayAnodyneAnodyneTossed it out for me to findWithout a word
you're out the doorWithout a reason anymoreAnodyne