Have it your way, I'm moving on
I've made a mistake and still you doubt me
Have it your way and no one else's
And you're still none the wiser
She's clanging in the kitchen loudly
A million times I've said I'm sorry, what's more
Her way and no one else's way (dum dum dum-dum dum)
No, she couldn't meet me half the way
The way, the way, the way, yeah
This grudge you hold is yours alone
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, and you know it
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
That you dulled your blade
Oh, It's easier to blame
Oh, By claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
And you know I don't deserve it
She's standing by her judgments proudly
Erroneous conclusions about me, what's more
She's black and white, but never gray (dum dum dum-dum dum)
No, she never met me half the way
The way, the way, the way, yeah
That ground you stand's been overblown
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, and you know it
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
That you dulled your blade
Oh, It's easier to blame
Oh, By claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
And you know I don't deserve it
This grudge you hold is yours alone
Your quiet cunning thoughts have shown
Your head has been your only home
And will you ever realize
Your twisted thoughts are self-despised
Projections of distrust that lies between the truth
Of binds that tie directly to the fact that you
You take yourself too seriously
(Oh, ya-da-da da)
You take yourself too seriously
This grudge you hold is yours alone
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, and you know it
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
That you dulled your blade
Oh, It's easier to blame
Oh, By claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
And you know I don't deserve that
This ground you stand's been overblown
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, and you know it
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerade was just so goddamned unconvincing
That you gave yourself away
Oh, It's easier to blame...