I wrote the papers for the party after school
Thought that I was useful but they used me as a tool Guess that's why I was surprised when you said no
You always treated me well guess I was a fool for fool's gold
I passed out drunk inside the bar
Fell off the stool now I have more scars
Don't know if I can take it anymore
It's been three years are you still keeping score?
You asked me if I still felt the same
Well no but you don't have yourself to blame
The script is still writing it out
We'll get together somehow