Ok. I'll confess.

[Crazy Guggenheim]

Just out of spite,
I confess I’ve ruined three lives
Now don’t sleep so tight
Because I didn’t care till I found out
that one of them was mine.

Night after night time time after time.
Done too much of both types of w(h)ining.
Still wasn’t right fight after fight
Till “Get out of my life get away from me
get away from that gun”

“No it’s not a joke it’s cards on the table time
Yes I could have phoned
I could have wrote
But how to break the news
without beaking your heart
Being dead don’t hurt,
No only dieing
Cards on the table time,
Sometimes it’s right to say goodnight.”

Always searching for paradise,
I’ll admit that I’m good as blind
Darling I confess yes I’ve ruined three lives
And didn’t care till I found out
that one of them was mine.

I confess
Our love seems like a punishment
And I confess,
If it’s all the same to you I’ll stay indifferent

I confess I confess I confess
I confess I confess I confess.

No-one wins and there’s no denying,
Don’t pretend like you don’t know why,
Just a little word here
a little push there darling
I confess look,
I confess that I don’t really care

I confess I confess I confess.

Out like a light,
Another boy who’s given up trying,
Blinded by fright,
He scream my life’s not open,
Please get out,
I know I’m shouting,
I like to shout.

It’s not a joke it’s cards on the table time
It’s not a joke it’s cards on the table time
I could have phoned
I could have wrote
But how to break the news
without beaking your heart
Being dead don’t hurt,
No only dieing
Cards on the table time,
Sometimes it’s right to say goodnight.”

Always searching for paradise,
I’ll admit that I’m good as blind
Darling I confess yes I’ve ruined three lives
And didn’t care till I found out
that one of them was mine.

I confess
I deserve some type of punishment
I confess
If it’s all the same to you
I’ll stay indifferent
I confess I confess I confess
I confess I confess I confess
I confess I confess I confess
I confess I confess I confess
I confess I confess I confess

[Crazy Guggenheim]

1. Who else wants to confess!