Words and Music by Monte Amende
Copyright 2011

Verse I
What is past is prologue? That's just... ammunition.
You broke your back deadlifting all of her contrition.

That's great. You make up with the fourth final warning.
Near misses every hint to follow. I thought you knew this story.

Prechorus
Around the umpteenth time (The umpteenth time)
You expanded the line (That thick red line)
and you reckon that what you feared is true

Chorus
Can save her from herself?
You can't save her from herself.
If you can't save her from herself,
She'll just go look somewhere else.

Verse II
Unpleasant breakup? Like there's another option
Half a dozen miracles still awaiting adoption.

Down to the corner you go marching for diversion.
You can't return nearly fast enough, she's already rehearsing.

Prechorus
Around the umpteenth time (The umpteenth time)
You expanded the line (That thick red line)
and you reckon that what you feared is true

Chorus
Can save her from herself?
You can't save her from herself.
If you can't save her from herself,
She'll just go look somewhere else.