He let your love slip away
like the sand from his fingertips
It is warm while it lasts
which isn't very long

He played his heart-stringed instrument
like the fool that he is
He becomes indignant
it becomes him

You walk a mile to feel
how are his shoes
on your feet
it stinks

You sit and talk
to yourself and everyone
It is unkind to 
hurt him so

Who kills him is
[she] better than you
because she knows
it to be wrong

Stalemated
Stalemated
Stalemated
Stalemated... forever
as YOU have gone bad.
YOU have lost your flavor;
he has lost his touch
and you are bitter to taste.