She's like a reflex, making your knees bend back 

It's automatic and unconditional 

Breathing all of your secrets, oh 

It's problematic, but once you've had it 



You can never get back the way 

You used to be, it's harder to breathe 

No you can never get back the way 

You used to be before she came 



And now she's on top 

You're having second thoughts 

But she won't stop 

It's a little out of hand 

One night stand up, 

nothings right now 

And when the light's out 

Under your breath you confess 

She's got to go 



Everything's backwards, you are the apparatus 

It's acrobatic, untraditional 

The perfect shape of a perfect love 

It might be plastic but once you've had it 



I can't pretend, that I'm in control. 

And it's sinking in, that she's got to go