I Stole This For You - Crime In Stereo

Dusk hits and the whole world gets to be

«Knock three times, tell them who sent you

And who you came to see»

I could find you in any dive

In any one of these dark streets

In a vinyl booth with a stranger

Dripping insincerities

And all those promises to me you mumbled

I guess you’ll keep them eventually

To someone else

Hey, «what the hell?», I said

Now we’re all former friends treated like guests

In our very own home

As we stare and wonder how someone young

Could get dumber than you

But hey that’s what they say about the divorce rate

The kids grow up not trusting anything

But I won’t forget the day when you came to me backstage

Just to see what I would say about your newest mistake

Duck hits and the whole world gets to see

You hide out in some Green Point diner

With all the indie rockers and the graphic designers

Diving through the alleys of these dark streets

With a vinyl smile dripping with insincerity

Hell you sure fooled me

But hey that’s they say

About two products of the divorce rate

And if this fate is ours to embrace

You can come find me backstage

But I won’t be anyone’s mistake