I ticked you off, and what are the odds of that?
Armies and cannons and dice lie across the map
Quickly concede victory, the deed dripfeeds the wound
Kiss me, oh please

Can I make it up?
Can I make it up to you again?

We dance around issues of magazines
Your hair's wet from showering, you wear your rags of jeans
Baby, you asked, I freed the mask from this cheek
Now you're expecting a plea

Well, can I make it up?
Can I make it up?
Can I make it up to you again?

On a new day
With nothing to say
But a good goodbye bye goodbye bye

Can I make it up?
Can I make it up?
Therе's no use breaking up
Can I make it up to you again?