I heard about the trip. 
I heard about your souveneirs. 
I heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights 
And the cool guys 
That you spent them with. 
I guess I should have heard of them from you 
I guess I should have heard of them from you 
 
Don't you see, don't you see, 
That the charade is over? 
And all the best deceptions 
And the clever cover story awards 
Go to you. 
So kiss me hard 'cuz this'll be the last time that I let you. 
 
I heard about your regrets. 
I heard that you were feeling sorry. 
I heard from someone that you wished you could 
Set things right between us. 
I guess I should have heard of that from you 
I guess I should have heard of that from you 
 
So don't you see, don't you see, 
That the charade is over? 
And all the best deceptions 
And the clever cover story awards 
Go to you. 
So kiss me hard 'cuz this'll be the last time that I let you. 
 
You will be back someday, 
And this awkward kiss that tells of other people's 
lips 
Will be of service 
In giving you away. 
 
So don't you see, don't you see, 
That the charade is over? 
And all the best deceptions 
And the clever cover story awards 
Go to you. 
So kiss me hard, 'cuz this'll be the last time that I let you. 
 
I'm waiting for blood 
To flow to my fingers 
I'll be all right when my hands get warm. 
Ignoring the phone, 
I'd rather say nothing, 
I'd rather you never heard my voice. 
You're calling too late, 
Too late to be gracious. 
And you do not warrant long good-byes. 
You're calling too late, 
You're calling too late.