You don't have to be so sad about it
You don't have to be so mad without it
Left me hanging for a long, long time
I took a bullet for your alibi
You don't have to be so sad about it
You don't have to be so mad without it
You don't have to be so sad about it
Take a long time, take a long time
Drink a lot of wine, make a lot of money
You chose, another man to match your plans
Your nails, hammered into broken hands
Way down the line, way down the line
You'll see what you've forsaken
Way down the line, way down the line
Too late, too late, too late
Better beware now there's no final kiss
You don't have to be so sad about it
You don't have to be so mad without it
You don't have to be so sad about it