| The answer came | 
| Like a shot in the back | 
| While you were running from your lesson | 
| Which might explain | 
| Why years later all you could remember | 
| Was the terror of the question | 
| Plus, you weren’t listening | 
| You were stockpiling canned goods | 
| Making a bomb shelter of our basement | 
| And i can’t believe you let the moral go by | 
| While you were soaking in the product placement | 
| Where was your conscience? | 
| Where was your consciousness? | 
| And where did you put all those letters | 
| That you wrote to yourself | 
| But could not address? | 
| I’m a good kisser | 
| And you’re a fast learner | 
| And that kinda thing could float us | 
| For a pretty long time | 
| Then one day you’d realize | 
| You’ve memorized my phone number | 
| And you’ll call it and find it’s a disconnected line | 
| Cuz i got tossed out the window of love’s el camino | 
| And i shattered into a shower of sparks on the curb | 
| You were smoking me | 
| Weren’t you? | 
| Between your yellow fingers | 
| You just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word | 
| Where was your conscience? | 
| Where was your consciousness? | 
| And where did you put all those letters | 
| That you wrote to yourself | 
| But could not address? | 
| There’s a smorgasbord of unspoken poisons | 
| A whole childhood of potions | 
| That are all bottled up | 
| And so one by one i am dusting off labels | 
| I am uncorking bottles and filling up cups | 
| So go ahead and have a taste of your own medicine | 
| And i’ll have a taste of mine | 
| But first let’s toast to the lists | 
| That we hold in our fists | 
| Of the things that we promise to do | 
| Differently next time | 
| Cuz the answer came like a shot in the back | 
| While you were running from your lesson | 
| Which might explain | 
| Why years later all you could remember | 
| Was the terror of the question | 
| Plus i’m not listening to you anymore | 
| My head is too sore and my heart’s perforated | 
| And i’m mired in the marrow of my (well… ain’t that) funny bone | 
| Learning how to be alone and devastated | 
| Where was my conscience? | 
| Where was my consciousness? | 
| And what do i do with all these letters | 
| That i wrote to myself | 
| But cannot address? |