stained glass on the floor / this love is pro-
pane & i been drinking it raw / it's about
time that i settle up the score, you thought i couldn't
do it cuz my heart is unsure / couldn't tell
south from the north of course / i was never
oriented just given a tour / of your guest
room and a couple corridors / right next to
where your maid slept on the floor / it's about
time that i let these words out it's a damn shame
that we couldn't hold each other down cuz of my last name
now i'm looking out the window of this damn plane
scrolling through the messages you sent me trying to remain
try to remain honest / yeah i
know that's becoming less common
and i know that there's consequences i'm
sure / yeah there's consequences i'm
sure...