Pretty soon you will be wanting me 

To go. 

And I will only be the enemy 

I know. 

Pretty soon you will be needing me 

To leave. 

But know that you and I will always be 

Naive. 



Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot. 

Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought. 

Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought. 

But maybe not. 



Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor 

All that we say we had with us before? 

We'll find our way to what we're looking for 

By seperating what is mine from yours. 



Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold 

At bay. 

And then forever I'll be good as gold 

If I may. 

I know your heart cannot be bought or sold 

For much. 

Darlin' I'd consider yourself told 

In Dutch. 



And we can argue 'till our throats are sore 

About how far you take a metaphor. 

You always deign to see the glass half filled 

And now it seems to me the half glass spilled. 



Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot. 

Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought. 

Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought. 

But maybe 



Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot. 

Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought. 

Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought. 

But maybe not. 

Maybe not. 

Maybe not