God, this is hard, you've had no sleep,
you've thought of nothing else for weeks.
You begin your lines and fumble with your purse.
Its been eating you,
you don't know what to do,
and your lie only made it worse.

You can't expect him to understand,
he's not a saint, he's just a man,
and you know that you can't change what you did.

If you had 40 lives, you'd get it right by the 39th.
But as it is all that you can ask
is that all this will pass.

God, you wish like hell
you hadn't done it and you tell
him how much you regret it.
But you're talking to yourself,
you're as lonely and as desperate
as a kettle boiling with no-one there to get it.

All the words you meant to say
hang in the air, then float away
and vanish into the end of a dying day.

Don't lie. Ah ah ah aha ha

And if only you hadn't stayed.
And if only you'd been delayed.
And its funny what a difference a minute makes.