Have it your way
I'm moving out
I've made a mistake and still you doubt me
Have it your way and no-one else's
And you're still none the wiser

She's clanging in the kitchen loudly
A million times I've said I'm sorry, what's more
Her way and no-one else's way
She couldn't meet me half the way
The way, the way, the way, yeah

This grudge you hold is yours alone
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, you know, yeah
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
That you dulled your blade
It's easier to blame
By claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
And you know I don't deserve it

She's standing by her judgements proudly
Erroneous conclusions about me, what's more
She's black and white but never gray (dum dum dum-dum)
No, she never met me half the way
The way, the way, the way, yeah

That ground you stand's been overblown
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, you know, yeah
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
That you dulled your blade
It's easier to blame
By claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
And you know I don't deserve this

This grudge you hold is yours alone
Your quiet cunning thoughts have shown
Your head has been your only home
And will you ever realize
Your twisted thoughts are self-despised
Projections of distrust that lies between the truth
Of binds that tie directly to the fact that you
You take yourself too seriously
(oow, doo-doo-doo doo)
You take yourself too seriously

This grudge you hold is yours alone
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, you know, yeah
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerades were just so goddamned unconvincing
That you dulled your blade
It's easier to blame
By claiming faith in shaming someone else's name
And you know I don't deserve that
That ground you stand's been overblown
Fifty percent of my mistake you own
You own, you own, you know, yeah
What have you to gain
From keeping understanding in a ball and chain
Your little masquerade was just so goddamned unconvincing
That you gave yourself away
It's easier to blame