It hurts to say What I mess you've made But thanks anyway,for The wine and the bouquet. I can't see it all (Don't brother) My eyes will fall.(Don't brother) What I fell.(Don't brother) Can't conceal.(Don't brother) I guess I feel I feel like shit too This pain isn't real Unless it's true I can't see it all... And so cliché Slow motion ballet We fight in the café And you drop down the tray.