in all reality, you aren't fit to touch the stage, and i wish the cops hadn't let you off with a warning.

these are the last words i’ll write about you
i just thought you should know
though i don’t think you really have a clue
about love, cause you put on that show

you’re a first class actor
and you own the stage
but it’s my turn, and one day
you’ll read the words on this page
it’s not the usual script,
cause in this one you don’t win
and this time, i don’t cry
it goes like this:

you hurt me but you know that
it was a casualty of the plan
now don’t sit there and deny it
just take this like a man

you can work the room
and use your charms
oh yeah, you know your magic
sends them back to your arms

you’re a first class actor
and you own the stage
but it’s my turn, and one day
you’ll read the words on this page
it’s not the usual script,
cause in this one you don’t win
and this time, i don’t cry
it goes like this:

can you teach me how
to break hearts, please?
to bite my lip and play the tease?
cause either you’re too good
or girls are fools
and i’ve got to give you credit
i had it bad
but show me how you played
make believe with what
i thought we had

you’re a first class actor
and you own the stage
but it’s my turn, and one day
you’ll read the words on this page
it’s not the usual script,
cause in this one you don’t win
and this time, i don’t cry
it goes like this:

so i guess this is goodbye
i’m actually sort of glad because baby,
i don’t want you to think i’m mad
cause i’m not
i forgive you…
for having nothing to say for yourself
that’s no surprise
it’s nothing new

so if you turn on the radio
and they’re playing this song
will you finally see that you’re always wrong?
will you be ashamed
or just take credit as the man
with broken hearts and songs to his name?