I thought we had a good relationshipnthe kind you can hang your hat onnnow I just hang on every word you saynthe ones you hang yourself onnnI think we used to communicatenthe one thing we could rely onnnow all you have is your communiquenand that's not much to fall back onnnI think we used to have so much fun ninsanity versus drinkingnnow you impulsively display your thoughtsnwithout too much thinkingnndon't think I've ever seen you frown beforenit doesn't mean I'm not happynnow you're reciting your jokes alonenwithout too much laughingnnoh no is it too much for me to takenor is it over my headnnit gets dark as the spotlight shinesnshowing brick wall as backgroundnno matter how many crickets you hearnI know you'll never back downnnyou start believing your excusesnthe audience is too simplenI guess they need to know when to laughnwith a snare drum and cymbalnnI'm sure the crowd thinks the same as me nwe can see right through younthey know exactly when to loathenwithout the help of a drum cuennwell thanks for coming out tonightnyou get applause because it's requirednbut more quiet than the earlier guysnI guess everyone's tirednnoh no is it too muchnfor you to takenor is it over your headnnyou're in over your headnnwith friends like themnit's not a laughing matter at all