This conversation always ends with goodbye. 

Your standing here behind the door, 

your waiting with your rope. 



*chorus* 

Maybe you just have to sleep in someone elses bed. 

Maybe you just have to keep searching 

for something better than perfect, 

Which you know will never exist, 

it's cut and dried. 



Theres no defence like a good offence, 

you know this. 

the clock is running down on me, 

theres no way i can win. 



*chorus* 



I've known this all along. 

I loved you anyways despite all your deceit. 

Think about it if you had been faithful how i would have felt. 

Now all we have left are bodies and words. 

I can't be a boy forever.