Good morning sunshine: Form this dead letter day. I suppose I should have seen this, But blindness prevails, An easy game girl, Just a simple plan, You said you plan to hurt, But that just means i'll hurt you. I'll ask you that aged-old question, Who am I to blame this all upon? Maybe we'll see each other in our next life, Maybe we'll choke on it, or maybe we'll just be friends... And I do, for you. Alone again in this room, Until the 15th of june, Adding over all the arguments , We had in vain, If you would ask girl, I would give it my touch, We're playing tag across the United States, Halfway undone. I'll ask you that aged-old question, Who am I to blame this all upon? Maybe we'll see each other in our next life, Maybe we'll choke on it, or maybe we'll just be friends... Just take this feeling, I've asked you a question, And if you see me. Forever a question...