Turn of events

You never asked me
You never told me
Now you don’t need me
Any more

Oh
What a wicked turn of events
Oh
It doesn’t make any sense
Oh
I thought we could keep up this pretense
Oh
Let disaster commence

Talking round in circles
Getting nowhere
I know a storm is coming
We need time to prepare

We got no satisfaction
From our domestic bliss
I don’t want to hurt you
But I know we can’t fix this

Oh
What a wicked turn of events
Oh
It doesn’t make any sense
Oh
I thought we could keep up this pretense
Oh
Let disaster commence

Making furtive glances
Around a crowded room
Maybe someone finds you
Attractive through the gloom

I don’t think I pushed you
To the point at which you’d go
You just prefer excitement
To the devil whom you know

Oh
What a wicked turn of events
Oh
It doesn’t make any sense
Oh
I thought we could keep up this pretense
Oh
Let disaster commence

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