"Close enough to start a war, all that I have is on the floor. God only knows what we’re fighting for, all that I say, you always say more. I can’t keep up with your turning tables, under your thumb, I can’t breathe. So I won’t let you close enough to hurt me. No, I won’t ask you, you to just desert me. I can’t give you what you think you gave me. It’s time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables"