Cut you, and cut me toonFuck me? Well fuck you toonYou can only go so long leaving certain things unsaidnWriting songs ain’t pushing bouldersnIt’s more like talking insteadnnIf there was a time or placenIt’s over nownIf there was a time or placenIt’s so long over nownnSeven years covers my heartnFor quite some time we’ve been seven years apartnWhen you went awaynI called the plane from the middle of the statesnI know it ain’t the nicest thing to saynBut I hate the way you looked that daynnIf there was a time or placenIt’s over nownIf there was a time or placenIt’s so long over nownnCut you, and cut me toonFuck me? Well fuck you too.