Doss kicks, and the whole world gets to be
Knocked three times and tell them who sent you
When who you came to see could find you
In any time, in any one of these dark streets
In a vile booth with a stranger, dripping in sincerities
And all those promises to me you loved
I guess you'll keep them eventually to someone else
Hey, what the hell I said?
Now we're all former friends, treated like ass
And that's what they say
In our very own home
Now you let us in
And as we stare in wonder
How someone so young
Could get any dumber than you
But hey, that's what they say
About the divorce trade
The kids grow up not trusting anything
And I won't forget the day
When you came to me backstage
Just to see what I would say about
Your newest mistake
Doss kicks, and the whole world gets to see
You hot out in some three-point diner
With all the indie rockers and craft designers
Dive in through the eyes of these dark streets
Don't find a smile, dripping with insincerity
Now we're all former friends, treated like ass
And that's what they say
In our very own home
Now you let us in
And as we stare in wonder
How someone so young
Could get any dumber than you
But hey, that's what they say
About two products of
The divorce trade
And if this trade is ours to embrace
You can't find me backstage
But I won't be anyone's mistake
Anyone's mistake