Life must be all the little things
That we'd be better off without.
Perhaps the thrill that trouble brings
Is what lets all your tension out.
Perhaps my ways are old and unwise,
And you're the future, the young and new;
But I don't give a damn for your little lies,
And your deception, I can see right through.
Pre-Chorus
I've seen your games,
Ones you play with me;
Oh, what you'd give
To give me jealousy.
There's still one thing
That you just can't see,
And that is:
Chorus
You are
Not mine;
I'm here
To waste my time.
You assume,
But you're so wrong;
'Cause I've been leaving
All along.
But don't think that I am not content
With the state of things that I have made;
Your company can be heaven-sent,
And you're always welcome just to stay.
But don't tell me what you think of him,
Or how you'd do much better than me;
For, despite the reasons I let you in,
I'm just as glad to set you free.
Pre-Chorus
Chorus (2x)
Why pretend to be so blind?
You're only wasting your own time.
You don't need such a victory
To show your will to be with me.
Here, you've drowned a thousand times
Waiting for the air.
So, leave behind these petty crimes,
And see how well we fare.
Chorus