In an act of contrition
I lay down by your side
It's not your place to comment
On my state of distress
For this is for real
I've tears in my eyes
Am I laughing or crying?
I suggest I'm not lying

I haven't found a measure yet to
Calibrate my displeasure yet so

To ignore my warning
Could be your folly
The judgment is harsh
I offer no plea
Valuing the vengeance
which you treasure
I've redefined the
meaning of vendetta

The procession's disordered
You protect your possessions
In light of your actions
I question your love
May I make an observation
Your bite is worse than my aggression

I should have known better
I should have known better
Than to become a target
Albeit a target which moves

No offer of terms or concessions
For statements or confessions
You don't feel warm
I pass close by

You shiver, I whisper
Excuse me, what's your problem?
Oh, I see
I should have known better
I should have known better
You should have known...
I should have known better
I should have known better
I should have known better
I should have known...