I have played this song before
This place has that familiar smell
The friendly warmth of an old friend
The bitter taste of having been a fool
Again
I have played this song before
Far too many times
To think I’ll have the pleasure
Of never playing it again

There are ants at this picnic
But no icing on this cake
And it’s funny how the sugar sweetness
Turned into the salt that fills these tears
Get away from me, all of you
Don’t come back
Leave me alone, you aren’t worth
The rib you’re made from
Get away, get away from me!
Don’t come back
Don’t come back
Don’t come back