I admit that miss you    but I'm stuck with my issues and you    I know you have yours to   We broke up with the past   so there's no turning back   Now you're broke to the bones    after days by the phone you had it   You said I'm done I quit   I'm the puzzle piece who can not seem to fit   And I felt that way to   each decision resolved in a trial   The judge pointing at you   said I'm guilty of wanting to travel those miles   So we sneaked out of court    and we marked out our course but for what?    A predictable end    Saw the plot for our eyes    as we went round the bend      Now you move to your big flat    your roomy is telling you that   "you could make money like me   if you just go ahead    and drop those commie ideas"   So I look myself up    with the dreams and ideas that I've got   Somehow you're always near   as I'm staring out into the empty air      Wondering who's to blame?   The playwrite behind all tragical plays?   The pictures too big to fit in a sight   so make them small and black and white      In the sun on a park bench    six cold ones and memories of days   when we both were young   Yeah, since then I've never had so much fun   You said it's a bad habit   but mine you can't have it you know   For the state that we're in   diagnosis call for some strong medicine      My mind went absent   washed away with a glass of absinth   You said "it's cheap I bought it abroad"   so we just laughed and had some more