She's a collection of things
A sorry excuse to say goodbye
To make sense of decisions you've made
And try to keep your demons at bay
She's got a hopeless addiction
She never thinks about friction
A paltry excuse, a wave goodbye
While seething in, barely disguised
Sad memories can't hurt if you see
That loving yourself is all you need
To make sense of decisions you've made
And try to keep your demons at bay
WRITERS
BRYAN ANTHONY POTVIN, DON GERARD SCHMID, JOHN PETER SEMKO, KEVIN LIAM KANE