[STAGE BANTER]

WEASEL: This goes out to the girl that broke my heart


[SONG BEGINS]

Now everything you're telling me rips me up
I swear, I wish I'd make myself shut you up

I've got a list here of things we talked about
The ugliness you see's just me inside out

And what I just don't know
Is what I think about it
I don't know what I think about it [x3]
I don't know