I'm not trying to impress you
I'm not trying to undress you
Do you like me a little less
Do you like me a little less
To this I must confess
I'm not trying to deceive you
I'm not dying to believe you
So I like you a little less
So you know I'm not impressed
I plug my ears when you confess
So do you like me a little less
Because I'm dying to be dying
And I'm happy when I'm lying
And I'm lying next to you
Hoping you can't read my thoughts
While outside the apple rots
As it fell far from the tree
Was it you or was it me
That we're trying to impress
Absolved in silence I confess
I'm not trying to impress you