Vultures in my garden
Figures that I know them
And it is what it is

You were good once
Now you’re filled with bitterness
And it is what it is


Chorus:
I cannot forget that he can’t forget
or that some friends just change like the seasons
Take me back to the fact that you’re still blaming,
but I am not the reason you are not David Bowie

Now you want to steal the thoughts
that I have been deep in thought
and it is what it is

How ’bout your soulmate pact with the Devil
and needs a date with the surgeon
and it is what it is

CHORUS

You forgot to value
what all of us have done for you
and it is what it is

You swore you were concious
not a champagne spiritualist
and it is what it is

CHORUS