Text: Shivaree. Rough Dreams. Gone Too Far.

You've gone too far, I'm on my way
You can tell the concierge
To bring around my car, you've gone too far

You've said too much, things you shouldn't say
You can keep your violins
Your sins, your care, your touch
You've said too much

Get off the ground now, baby
Just shut your mouth and maybe
This can all be done, I won't tell anyone

You've showed them all, things they shouldn't see
You have lost the sense, the permanence
The flair, the ball, you've showed them all

Well, now I know, you take everything
Your car, your cash, your shoes, your flash
You so and so, well, now I know

And I even think it's funny
Don't say you're sorry, bunny
You can keep the wings
Just let me get my things

You've gone too far, I'm on my way
You can tell the concierge
To bring around my car, you've gone too far

You go too far