I am ninety-nine point every imaginable nine percent sure this time:
You and me have got some kind of disease
For which there is no known cure.
Hope you're doing fine;
I'm not gonna lie
It's been so hard for me just to get by.
But, oh my God, how I've tried.

You're a mess that I can't clean up no more
And it's so hard to think of us, not "us" anymore
but goodbye, I sincerely hope you find
What it is you've been looking so hard for
All this time
What a sorry waste
And I think you know just how much I hate
How wrong I had you pegged
But my feet are planted firmly on the ground
As the sun sets on us and in the west beyond Puget Sound
There is no blame left in me for you
Denn ich weiss du weisst nicht wer du bist; du weisst nicht was du tust.
Yeah, I know you know not who you are; you know not what you do

And now I understand how you operate
Crashing throug the universe, no start and no end
Til you collide, collide with something in your path
Oh, it is spectacular to see
Completely elastic
or not quite
There's only a little you took, I can't get back, but still I find...

You're a mess that I can't clean up no more
And it's so hard to think of us, not "us" anymore
but goodbye, I sincerely hope you find
What it is you've been looking so hard for
All this time
What a sorry waste
And I think you know just how much I hate
How wrong I had you pegged
But my feet are planted firmly on the ground
As the sun sets on us and in the west beyond Puget Sound
There is no blame left in me for you
Denn ich weiss du weisst nicht wer du bist; du weisst nicht was du tust.
Yeah, I know you know not who you are; you know not what you do

Yeah, I know you know not who you are; you know not what you do...
(collide, collide with someting in your past)
It's been a long time coming here, but I forgive you...