and when your conscience says to you'who'd you hurt for 
the last time,
and who'd you burn for the last time,
this time?'
and when it's all over i'll be
a dent in the evening that you had
a dent in the evening is all we have
together.
where were you when i was on my own?
and do i want to know?
where were you when i was on my own?
and do i want to know that you were out?
my eyes roll over these words,
but they don't sink into this mind.
'cause i'm not think about these lines.
i'm fixated over different words.
words that i wish that i'd said.
and what effect would the right words have
with you?
and where were you when i was on my own?
and do i want to know?
where were you when i was on my own?
and do i want to know that you were out
having the time of your life
with your thoughts about
everything thing except mine. and
tonight i feel quite
bitter and defeated
in this moment or two with you.
and all we felt
and all we knew
has been reduced to
reduced to a moment or two with you.
and when you hurt,
and when you burn,
rememeber these days.
'cause i'll remember.
(written by ian murray)