I heard about the trip.

I heard about your souvenirs.

I heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights

And the cool guys

That you spent them with.

I guess I should have heard of them from you

I guess I should have heard of them from you



Don't you see, don't you see, 

That the charade is over?

And all the best deceptions

And the clever cover story awards

Go to you.

So kiss me hard 'cause this'll be the last time that I let you.



I heard about your regrets.

I heard that you were feeling sorry.

I heard from someone that you wished you could

Set things right between us.

I guess I should have heard of that from you

I guess I should have heard of that from you



So don't you see, don't you see,

That the charade is over? 

And all the best deceptions 

And the clever cover story awards

Go to you.

So kiss me hard 'cause this'll be the last time that I let you.



You will be back someday,

And this awkward kiss that tells of other people's

Lips

Will be of service

In giving you away.



So don't you see, don't you see,

That the charade is over? 

And all the best deceptions 

And the clever cover story awards

Go to you.

So kiss me hard, 'cause this'll be the last time that I let you.



I'm waiting for blood

To flow to my fingers

I'll be all right when my hands get warm.

Ignoring the phone,

I'd rather say nothing,

I'd rather you never heard my voice.

You're calling too late,

Too late to be gracious.

And you do not warrant long good-byes.

You're calling too late, 

You're calling too late.