I hope you don't take it personally that I disappear like that But the sparks begin to burn instead of shimmer And I see you pixellated and familiar Is it that you were a dick to me in high school? Or was it that you ripped me off? Were you jealous of my quandry? Or was it just a matter of taste? Maybe you became too much of a big shot? And couldn't tell that you were not You're not going to tell me that glory has dried out Please don't tell me that we don't get another chance