What I Did

A pretty pass in the rear-view mirror,
it's coming on the overtake...
I've got to stop panicking,
got to stay cool,
got to learn to live with my mistakes.
Overdue debt to the taxman,
I tried to have and eat my cake.
I think I must have been crazy in retrospect;
all the lines run together.
They just don't seem to connect.
I want to update my memory,
I want to rewrite my past...
Ooh, now I found out: no chance.

I think I must have been crazy
to do the stuff I did
I think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy.

I think I must have been crazy
but that's the price we pay -
every lucky throw of the dice
will come back to us one of these days
I want to update my memory,
I want to rewrite my past,
I don't like what it's telling me,
it all floods back so fast;
I guess I was my own worst enemy,
now I've come to a pretty pass.
A pretty pass, a pretty pass,
there's nothing pretty in the past

I think I must have been crazy, crazy.
Crazy to do what I did.