Keep murdering my trust and you're not necessary now.
So hold your hands closely cos I've got aces up my sleeve.
I've exhausted your options of things to do, still you do
Oh, what have you done?
What have you done?
You've too much pride for a fugitive and I make no guarantees.
I can only offer our mass confusion to all of your off-hand legalities.
You really should tread this ground carefully,
cos I won't hold it up for you.
And you know it's something I refuse to do.
How you can you fucking face me?
Don't ever tell me you love me.
What have you done?
Quite a time to ruin my namesake when all I want is to get, to get, to get it out.
You'd best to stay clear from me cos I'm not taking shit this time 'round.
And all the ugly things that have met your lips for simplicity in presence.
Housing plans for your five letter word and I refuse to be a tenant.
What have you done?