Between now and again I know that nothing will make sense   As much as I try I will make the same mistakes again   I told myself, "I'll let you know when you end up coming close to another faithless friend."      Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday night   Await my trusted audience the roads and city lights   I told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve in every bitter end      I don't feel bad   I don't feel anything   I can't tell insult from injury      You don't know me anymore   And you never did as far as I'm concerned   Only the closest ones can make you burn      Between 17th and Vine and the end of Friday night   Await my trusted audience the roads and city lights   I told myself you should have learned by now you get what you deserve in every bitter end