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have it your way

I’m moving out

I’ve made a mistake and still you doubt me

have it your way and no-one else’s

and you’re still none the wiser

she’s clanging in the kitchen loudly

a million times I’ve said I’m sorry, what’s more

her way and no-one else’s way

she couldn’t meet me half the way

the way, the way, the way, yeah

this grudge you hold is yours alone

fifty percent of my mistake you own

you own, you own, you know, yeah

what have you to gain

from keeping understanding in a ball and chain

your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing

that you dulled your blade

it’s easier to blame

by claiming faith in shaming someone else’s name

and you know I don’t deserve it

she’s standing by her judgements proudly

erroneous conclusions about me, what’s more

she’s black and white but never gray (dum dum dum-dum)

no, she never met me half the way

the way, the way, the way, yeah

that ground you stand’s been overblown

fifty percent of my mistake you own

you own, you own, you know, yeah

what have you to gain

from keeping understanding in a ball and chain

your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing

that you dulled your blade

it’s easier to blame

by claiming faith in shaming someone else’s name

and you know I don’t deserve this

this grudge you hold is yours alone

your quiet cunning thoughts have shown

your head has been your only home

and will you ever realize

your twisted thoughts are self-despised

projections of distrust that lies between the truth

of binds that tie directly to the fact that you

you take yourself too seriously

(oow, doo-doo-doo doo)

you take yourself too seriously

this grudge you hold is yours alone

fifty percent of my mistake you own

you own, you own, you know, yeah

what have you to gain

from keeping understanding in a ball and chain

your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing

that you dulled your blade

it’s easier to blame

by claiming faith in shaming someone else’s name

and you know I don’t deserve that

that ground you stand’s been overblown

fifty percent of my mistake you own

you own, you own, you know, yeah

what have you to gain

from keeping understanding in a ball and chain

your little masquerade was just so goddamned unconvincing

that you gave yourself away

it’s easier to blame