Drunken Ballerina Waltz
It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar
That's the way it feels when I see him touching her
It's like falling face first into a bed of broken glass
And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance
It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar
That's the way it feels when I see him touching her
It's like falling face first into a bed of broken glass
And that's the way it felt when we shared our last dance
Our last dance
What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle?
I would rather be left alone
What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games?
I would rather you stay at home
It's like a new year's eve and no one to kiss
I'd rather swim in champagne until the bottle tips
Just as long as I don't have to hear her voice
I will ring in the new year alone but not by choice
But not by choice
What makes you think that I'd enjoy this triangle?
I would rather be left alone
What makes you think that I'd enjoy playing your games?
I would rather you stay at home
Everything went as planned
You failed miserably
Atleast I got what I wanted
And you're happy
Now I apoligize for my bitterness
But tell me dear what did you expect?