No more picking leaves off our winter trees
It never worked before
It sure as hell won't anymore
And you associated mildly back then
But now you're guilty by action
Today you're a hotshot but tomorrow you'll be a cautionary tale...
We come correct, we keep it clean, and thanks for everything

You took your sweet, precious time to let the ball drop
And where are you now?
I'll keep on pointing my finger
'til it's down your throat and you're choking on it
your pure luck reeks of maipulation - you're a cautionary tale

we all know just hw big you think you are, but you're only a cautionary tale
and you let me down in the worst way
does this all mean as much to you now?