The Art of Breaking Up Zebrahead

Everybody, welcome to the art of losing
I never thought that I'd be giving up
Take your best shot, it's ego-bruising
One for the road and I think I've had enough

I owe you
Pain and suffering
You owe me
A sense of humor
I know you
Want the last word
Too bad, goodbye

And all the words that we're saying spinning in circles
Over and over, I let this go
And now this game that we're playing getting us nowhere
What are we waiting for?

(Hey) let’s break it down
(Hey) let’s give it up
This is the sound of me bleeding, "whoa oh-oh"
(Hey) let’s break it down, the art of breaking up
This is the sound of me leaving, "whoa oh-oh"

Take another jab and say that you hate me
Win another medal in the art of breaking up
Pack up and threaten to leave me
Promise you I won't tell you to stop