This conversation always ends with goodbyes Your standing here behind the door Your waiting with your robe
Maybe you just have to sleep In someone else's bed Maybe you just have to keep Searching for something Better than perfect, which you know will never exist Its cut and drawn
Theres no defense like A good offense You know this The clock is running down on me Theres no way I can win
Maybe you just have to sleep In someone else's bed Maybe you just have to keep Searching for something Better than perfect, which you know will never exist Its cut and drawn
I knew this all along I loved you anyways Despite all your deceit Think about if you would be faithful How I would have felt Now all we have left are bodies and words I can't be your boy forever
Maybe you just have to sleep In someone else's bed Maybe you just have to keep Searching for something Better than perfect, which you know will never exist Its cut and drawn
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