Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be,    "knock three times amd tell them who sent you and who you came to see".   I could find you in any dive    In any one of these Dark streets.    In a vinyl booth with a stranger,    Dripping insincerities.       And all those promises to me you mumbled.    I guess you'll keep them eventually...(to someone else)   Hey what the hell, I said      Now we're all former friends treated like guests   In our very own home,    As we stare and wonder how someone so young could get any dumber than you.      But hey that's what they say    About the divorce rate:    The kids grow up not trusting anything.    But I won't forget the day when you came to me backstage just to see what I would say about your newest mistake.       Duck hits    And the whole world gets to see    You hide out in some Green Point diner   With all the indie rockers and the graphic designers,    Diving through the alleys of these Dark streets,    With a vinyl smile dripping with insincerity.      Hell you sure fooled me.      Now we're all former friends treated like guests   In our very own home,    As we stare and wonder how someone so young could get any dumber than you.      But hey that's they say    About two products of the divorce rate.   And if this fate is ours to embrace,    You can come find me backstage.    But I won't be anyone's mistake.      Anyone's mistake.