Girl, you are such a fine tuned mess.
You've finally broken down and ruined this.
And you always think it is something more than it really is.
I don't think you know me, us or yourself.
Well I guess I'm giving in because we're always on the breaks.
A casualty of love again.
Throw it in my face that boys will be boys,
And girls they just ruin all baby.
You can be oh so typical.
And your words they don't make sense to me at all.
Well there you go.
Let it go.
I'm growing fond of my cowardice,
And me backed into corners is me at my best.
What I guess I'm saying is.
I should wear a suit and tie right now.
You are the judge and it's me with no jury.
Well this is me giving in.
Oh, you don't even know.
You should stop being so typical