The air is tight, your hands are cold,
Take a few breaths before you walk out the door.
This jealousy, or a melody, remember
All is fair in love and war.
Something tells me that I could be wrong about this,
(Something tells me that I could be wrong)
Don't you tell me that I've got potential,
Do you really think it's helpful,
To tell me I'm not quite there.
Spill it out, without a doubt,
Was everything all that you wanted and more.
So miserable, and typical, remember
All is fair in love and war.
Something tells me that I could be wrong about this,
(Something tells me that I could be wrong)
Don't you tell me that I've got potential,
Do you really think it's helpful,
To tell me I'm not quite there.
All is fair in love and war
Something tells me that I could be wrong about this,
(Something tells me that I could be wrong)
Don't you tell me that I've got potential,
Do you really think it's helpful,
To tell me I'm not quite there.