It seems that I'm mistaken, I won't come back for this
You've sealed it with a lie, I'll try to seal it with a kiss
Everybody knows but we're all so sick of it
You'll be leaving in the morning, in the mourning
Follow as it scrolls, from the bottom of your screen
A past that's so in debt, you won't ever wipe it clean
No one wants to say it 'cause they know it sounds obscene
When you're leaving, always leaving, always leaving
Hey you, don't try to pin this on me
Made with such discretion, false discretion to leave
Picking at the bones but I am never gonna grieve over you
Now tell me what am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
I only had a little, no I didn't need a lot
Take these inhibitions, try to throw them in the pot
Boiling to the surface until it gets too hot
Then you're leaving, always leaving, always leaving
Hey you, don't try to pin this on me
Made with such discretion, false discretion to leave
Picking at the bones but I am never gonna grieve over you
Now tell me what am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Crashing like a thunderstorm, the pressure's gonna drop
No letters in a bottle, we can't help but play along
Creating our own monsters, well it isn't all that hard
You'll come apart, now come apart, now come apart
Hey you, don't try to pin this on me
Made with such discretion, false discretion to leave
Picking at the bones but I am never gonna grieve over you
Over you, over you, over you
What am I supposed to do?