Eight years falsified by the last days.
I crushed your pride
With the weight
Of five months crashing down
In between us;
Three nights not one
Can repair.

And our cats are so playful while we fight;
They're used to our years of sharpened claws.
And it takes all those away,
To know you feel now,
All of eight years falsified,

So I'm gonna push for the distance;
I feel no room to rebuild.
And I'm not gonna fight for the last word;
I stole the first, after all.

And our cats are so playful while we fight;
They're used to our years of sharpened claws.
And it takes all those away,
To know you feel now,
All of eight years falsified.