I came to you,    My conscience clean,   Blood on my knees.      The moral of the story    Is don't walk away again.      I called you out,   To see my bow,   Our final scene.      The moral of the story   Is don't look away again,   To find a better conversation.      I saw you there,   Your friends aware,   Without a care.      The moral of the story   Is don't lie to me again   To find a better conversation,   So I can be your consolation prize      I ran away   To stand my ground,   Look what I found.      The moral of the story   Is don't walk away again,   To find a better conversation,   So I can be your consolation prize.   To find a better conversation,   No, I'll never be your consolation prize.