You always told me I'd get over it
I always said that you were wrong
I'm disappointed, but not surprised
Some kind of quick-witted monologue
You said that you could almost picture it
But it's not smart to shit where you eat
And when I said I would consider it
I was lying, lying through my teeth
Can't put my finger on it
Don't know what makes it so appealing
I'm not begging for your affection
I'm just addicted to the feeling
I think I'm slowing down
I feel you slipping now
You've seen and I know how
It tends to flicker out
I was there when you were fun
I'm like ice stuck to your tongue
Dusty sweater in your trunk
I can take a joke and run
I see you standing around
Drinking beer outside of your house
I can almost make out the vowels
I know what you talk about
I thought about bringing you flowers
To try to turn it around
Gave up and stood in the shower
I'll make do with or without
Oh, just say it out loud
Can't put my finger on it
Don't know what makes it so appealing
No, I'm not begging for your affection
I'm just addicted to the feeling
But the uniform never quite fit
Antithesis to all your ways
How the fuck am I convincing you?
How the fuck am I convincing you?
