I can see the question forming behind your eyes
I can hear the hopeful whisper you disguise
You're getting ready to ask, to plead, to make your case
With that familiar, desperate look upon your face
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
That's the only word you're gonna get from me.
You can try to rephrase it, you can try a different key
But the melody's the same, and it does nothing for me.
My mind is made of concrete, my resolve is set in stone
You're standing at a podium, but you're standing there alone.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
That's the only word you're gonna get from me.
A three-time guarantee.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Don't need to explain, don't need to cry.
The answer's in the echo, it's a final, flat goodbye.
Not maybe.
Not soon.
Not ever.
Just...
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope...
