I Don't Want To Sing This Song Again (3:51)

I could get mad, I could get even
I could mint evil versions of you
Even your friends would believe in

I could be cruel, I could be pitiless
I could drive you from the city
Where we'd giddily found happiness

I could do all these things and more
As I've done every time before
But I don't want to sing this song again

I could be sad, I could be pitiful
I could make you travel to me
Faster than physics thought possible

I could get frail, waiting at death's door
I could make you stay the rest of my days
So thereís nothing youíre blamed for

I could do all these things and more
As Iíve done every time before
But I donít want to sing this song again

I could move on, as decorum's insisted
I could delete my history
And live like you'd never existed

I could be sure with my next Ďforeverí
To sell myself like my most
Consequential connection werenít severed

I could do all these things and more
Until I'm back where I was before
But I donít want to sing this song again