You must know how this story goes
You have just nothing left to say
When talking can go nowhere
There's no point being face to face
She put pen to paper and wrote it all down
From her point of view there was only one clown
I tried to forget her
Dead letter but her
Memory was better
Than mine
I wouldn't go through it again
I wouldn't pick up the phone
I couldn't really blame her
She couldn't get me alone