But I know by now Why did you sit here In the grave Why should I blame her Silenced by death in the grave William Butler Yeats couldn't save Why did you stand here Were you sickened in time That she filled my days

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your