Songtexte: The Used. It Could Be A Good Excuse.

Blind on a ledge
Not a thing, not a
Road of broken heart
Not a thing, not at all

You know
Of things we hear
Nothing's there, nothing

She said, "Why do
You watch me?"
Said, "Why?"
You know

Maybe a good excuse
Not to give a fuck
But I, care for you
Said alright
Could be a good excuse

Full of love, just returned
Just when
You lied, it hurt
And your pride, your pride
Hurt pride

And it is, not a thing
Not a you
It hurt, nothing and me
It is these games are nothing

Maybe a good excuse
Not to give a fuck, but I
But I don't want you
And don't want me
These games are nothing