(Five six seven fifty) You fucked it up You should've quit Till circumstances Had changed a bit You fucked it up You jumped the gun I swore you off
Candellabras light your ancient eyes well hope may live but passion lies upon your lips scratched out in blue all loves lies are impromptu but all of
Verse 1: I'm taking it back I'm making a pact I will make you indispensable I spoke to myself, oh I might as well And let you just be made sensible
You see me as a judge though I deny it and hold me like a grudge then justify it But when you make such claims in searching for something that explains
Verse 1: Shall we agree that just this once I'm gonna change my life until it's just as tiny or important as you like and in time, we won't even recall
Nothing was saving our day there was nothing to say, but you said something anyway claiming I stepped out of line which forced you to leave me, as if
Verse 1: In the dark, I like to read his mind but I'm frightened of the things I might find Oh, there must be something he's thinking of to tear him
Aimee Mann It's not What you thought When you first began it You got What you want Now you can hardly stand it though, By now you know It's not going
I don't know how to break the news, but It's pretty clear you'll be asked to choose between What you lack and what you excuse in this Tug of war You
(one two three once again go) There is nothing that competes with habit And I know it's neither deep nor tragic It's simply that you have to have it
(one two) In our endeavor we are never seeing eye to eye No guts to sever so forever may we wave goodbye And you're always telling me that it's my turn
Though I let you steer You a cavalier Inch became a lightyear It was pathetic Oh you can write the play And every word I say But I don't have to stay