Lyrics

A prizefight between your entropy and cowardice The sweet science of being in love The sweet science of giving up Did she keep a file of all your lame excuses And vulgar transgressions? Like the time that you said that you were afraid To confront your fear Of confrontation, confrontation A raw deal for your sweet complicit paramour Someday she'll thank you, of course That is what deathbeds are for Did she keep a file of all your lame excuses And vulgar transgressions? Like the time that you said that you were afraid To confront your fear Of confrontation, confrontation Now you'll have to dine alone Now you'll have to dine alone Now you'll have to dine alone Now you'll have to dine alone Now you'll have to dine alone Now you'll have to dine alone Yeah! A prizefight between your Entropy and cowardice