Accidents and Alibis

Meet me at a quarter 'til midnight (when the curtains go down and the lights go out).
Surprise, surprise.
Meet me where the key intersects the lock.
We've got skeletons in our closets, hidden bones that know who we are.
We're not liarswe just love to live the actor's life.
Surprise, surprise.
Tear down your banners. Blow out your candles. You have nothing to hide behind. You've got your accidents; I've got my alibis. Surprise, surprise.

Darling, keep your eyes off the side of the road. I know it's hard
to keep your face pointed the right way (here we go again in the wrong direction).
I am the accident that captures your imagination.
I can hold your attention like a car wreck.
I know you'd love to see me like that: stretched out
on a double yellow line with a siren for a soundtrack.

Today's not that day, and that's not who I am.
I'm not going down without a fight.

I know you saw me in the paper today.
I bet you cried when you realized that it wasn't an obituary.
I'm sorry...I aim to disappoint.