Mister Steal-Your-Girl, then make her cry
Said I'm the love of your life

You shit-talked me under the table
Talking rings and talking cradles
I wish I could unrecall how we almost had it all
Dancing phantoms on the terrace
Are they second-hand embarrassed
That I can't get out of bed?
'Cause something counterfeit's dead
It was legendary
It was momentary
It was unnecessary
Should've let it stay buried

Oh, what a valiant roar
What a bland goodbye
The coward claimed he was a lion
I'm combing through the braids of lies
I'll never leave, nevermind
Our field of dreams engulfed in fire
Your arson's match, your somber eyes
And I'll still see it until I die
You're the loss of my life