Prom Queen Has No Friends - Broadway

The morning after was the scene

It seemed like the night before was nothing more

Than a bad dream

It felt real, but I couldn’t tell

And I ask myself

What is the measure of a man who can’t forgive?

It’s left up to the weight of his words

And how he lives within…

He’s small in character

And resorts in, taking it out on those who deserve a second chance

Well I could never be that way

So I’ll leave the past to yesterday

And I’m left with just one question

How do we always get so close

To resolution and just give up Suddenly, I realized what you’ve done

And it gets a little harder to say it Don’t let your habits take control

Because eventually they take their toll

But you have to understand

You can’t just swing where you choose

Not everyone is willing to forgive you

Please get a hold of yourself before I have to Walk away for good

(Walk away for good)

How do we always gets so close

To resolution and just give up Suddenly, I realized what you’ve done

And it’s get’s a little harder to say it Don’t let your habits take control

Because eventually they take their toll

The habit was the gun

The influence the trigger

And the bullet was your tongue

The habit was the gun

The influence the trigger

And the bullet was your tongue

The bullet was your tongue

(But I didn’t buckle from the pain)

The habit was the gun

The influence the trigger

And the bullet was your tongue

The bullet was your tongue

(But I didn’t buckle from the pain)

You can’t live your life in a coma

Not expecting to wake up one day

In the coffin you built with your bare hands

And think you can just walk away

(And walk away)

You can’t live your life in a coma

Not expecting to wake up one day

In the coffin you built with your bare hands

And think you can just walk away

(And walk away)

I’ve been over this a thousand times before

And still you are in the wrong

If you keep this up, I won’t be around for long