Lines To a Different Play

Here's another ending
Static on a page
Foregone conclusions
Just the faces aren't the same
Back in the apartment
She isn't what she seems
Words got blurted out
And fell like spit into my drink

And if that's how it's got to go down
Then I'm gonna stay till you kick me out
And I know what feels good and what's not allowed
And there's plenty of heartache to go around
There's plenty of heartache to go around

The part that's so confusing
It could happen like you say it should
Right down to the phrasing
But it wouldn't do you any good
Back in the apartment
Dressed up like a stage
Unfamiliar actors saying lines to a different play

But if she didn't want me then
Why'd she climb into my bed?
And I know some things you sing
You'd never say out loud
And there's plenty of heartache to go around

I've been holding back
I've been giving you a break
Just he get the hang of it
But now it's time to teach you a little respect, right
But it'll have to be next time