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These things I say |
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Come spinning out of my mouth |
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Like they've lost their way |
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And there's no doubt about it |
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You heard me, |
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I shouted, |
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I think you'd prefered it |
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That whenever you come clean |
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I say nothing at all |
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So what? |
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You'd left |
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Before I had a single chance to second-guess |
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These bittersweet diversions |
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And late night excursions |
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Secret perversions |
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Well, maybe I'm naive, |
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'Cause I can't believe this |
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And now you fill my heart with doubt |
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You've turned me inside out |
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But I'm not jaded |
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And still, with all this overkill |
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And bitterness instilled |
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My heart's left unfulfilled |
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But I'm not jaded |
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My life |
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Complete |
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With minor twists and turns |
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And just a small defeat |
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You know you really got me |
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You burned me |
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You shocked me |
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You threw me |
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You lost me |
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Well, maybe I'm naive |
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But I'm catching on fast |
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And how could I have been so proud? |
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You've turned me inside out |
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But I'm not jaded |
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And still, with all this overkill |
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And bitterness instilled |
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My heart's left unfulfilled |
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But I'm not jaded |
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You came around |
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Your hands did all the talking |
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As you sat me down |
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For a bittersweet reminder |
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You heard me |
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I shouted |
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I'd never allow it |
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'Cause maybe I'm naive |
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But I'm not fucking stupid |
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And still, with all this overkill |
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And bitterness instilled |
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My heart's left unfulfilled |
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But I'm not jaded |