You had no right to treat me like I treated you
What a dirty trick, and so far beneath you
In the whole grand scheme of things
You were not all the things you seemed
Neither am I... does that make you cry?

I was so uncouth, you were such a debutante
But you made damn sure I gave you everything that you might want
When the votes are in and counted
Neither one got what they wanted
What a shame... a losers game

I've learned a lot about you, and I don't like what I've found
Pedestal girl, you were my coup
Now you're sprawled out on the ground
Nothing will change the way this sounds
Pedestal girl, I finally found you
And I don't like what I've found

In the dream of years your senses run away
They cover-up and hide in some convenient, senseless way
But a light will show where they went
Soft white soon turns to florescent
What a way, to finally say