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