Starting this life with unrealistic expectations
even through my past transgressions,
Never forgiven and all this time away we have been driven,
Setting the bar that I never seemed to reach,
I grew tired, no more words to preach.
Repeating a vicious cycle and now our love is no longer a burning fire.
Just Cold ashes in a funeral pyre.
Mal - Well, lady, I must say, you're my kinda stupid.
Mal - Jayne, your mouth is talking. You might wanna look to that