You think I can be loved
You think you know me well
But when you don't quite get your way
I get a proverbial "go to hell".
It's strange to think of us
It's strange to think of we
It's strange to think we were together
And you still think we should be.
But now I've put my foot down
I don't want to live my life in reverse
But instead of talking, listening to me
I'm cut from your universe.