I Started Something I Couldn't Finish

The lanes were silent

There was nothing, no one

Nothing around for miles

I doused a friendly venture

With a hard, fast, three-word gesture

I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something

But now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams

Oh, that's what tradition means

And I doused another venture

With a gesture that was absolutely vile

I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something

But now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams

Oh, that's what tradition means

And now eighteen months' hard labor

Seems barren

I started something

I forced you to a zone

And you were clearly never meant to go

Hair brushed and parted

Typical me, typical me, typical me

I started something

And now I'm not too sure

I started something

I started something

Typical me, typical me, typical me

Typical me, typical me, typical me

Typical me

I started something

But now I'm not too sure

Okay, Stephen, do that again