You were talking behind my back
I was standing behind the rack
Of the guns at the grocery store
We were gearing up for the war
When you noticed I was there
I threw my produce in the air
Oh, Reed you can't make a scene
So I picked up my tangerines
Dried my eyes on a magazine about finding love
And then when we took our seats
I just stared down at my feet
I couldn't look you in the eyes
At least not without starting to cry
And when you noticed I was there
I threw my produce in the air
Oh, Reed you can't make a scene
Dried my eyes on a tangerine
Ripped a page from a magazine about making love
As we shuffled out the room
You just stared down at your shoes
Its nice to know you feel the same
But what the fuck are we supposed to say
'Cause when you noticed I was around
I threw my produce on the ground
Oh, Reed you can't make a scene
So I picked up my tangerines
Ripped a page from a magazine about finding love
I know you'd rather fare-thee-well
Than apologize
And Thad I know that you feel bad
Its in your eyes
We didn't make it in the end my friend
I guess love is shared by all, but me and you
Its much too late
I fear its true
I guess we're through
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