I don’t know what else to say, I think I did my best 
Mama’s on the phone already talking to the press 
Tell them that I’m doing fine 
Underplay distress 
I’m working out a story and there’s so much to address 

Note by note 
Blow by blow 
Seeing it all laid out 
I should have known 
 
I don’t know what else to say I think I’m doing fine 
Trying to figure out what I will do with all my time  
Tell them anything you like 
I’ll own up to whats mine 
Knowing thunder gives away what lightning tries to hide 

No-one was prepared 
But we all perform like we done it all before 
 
Note by note 
Bruise by bruise 
Sometimes the hardest thing to learn is what you get from what you lose 
 
I feel a fool so do you 
For believing it could work out like some things do