I came to you
My conscience clean
Blood on my knees

The moral of the story
Is don't walk away again

I called you out
To see my bow
Our final scene

The moral of the story
Is don't look away again
To find a better conversation

I saw you there
Your friends aware
Without a care

The moral of the story
Is don't lie to me again
To find a better conversation
So I can be your consolation prize

I ran away
To stand my ground
Look what I found

The moral of the story
Is don't walk away again
To find a better conversation
So I can be your consolation prize
To find a better conversation
No, I'll never be your consolation prize