The Basement

I’m alright, just working, what a trip, to see you again That night, in the basement, I’ve been trying to forget How’s life, or whatever, I’m not sure what to say Are you still in that apartment, by the freeway Sweet disbeliever, you’ll never change, and I guess that it’s not you I blame I’m just trying to get through the day It’s fine, it happens, and we both had too much You know, I’m not mad, I just have to run You laughed about it after, said you always get what you want And I left, while you were sleeping, and that’s the last we talked Sweet disbeliever, you’ll never change, and I guess that it’s not you I blame I’m just tired of feeling this way Please believe that it’s not a game, and you got all of the cards anyway, and I hate you for making me hate