Here we go again.
You want to make amends
At our spot,
This coffee shop,
Trying to pretend
What you did to me
Friday of last week
Was just a slip.
I should have skipped
The drip for something stiff.

One . . . Two . . . Don't say that your sorry when I know you don't mean it.
Don't give me excuses 'cuz there's no way i'll believe them.
Caught red-handed,
Heartbreak Bandit.
So what if you're a dime?
Time is money,
And I'm not wasting mine.

Tell me what's the point
Sitting at this joint?
Lets cut the string
And end this thing,
'Cuz i'm not listening
To how you got off track,
And how you'd take it back.
Let's raise the roast.
Here's a toast
To giving up the ghost.

This must be a joke, i'm leaving.
Your signals turned to smoke, deceiving
Me.
This talk has gotten old.
My drink has gotten cold,
And maybe you're a dime,
But I'd rather be broke.