I can't always be with you.
I can see right through your face.
I could never,never add up.
I can see right through that scheme.
This smile I make for you is as fake as your reply to my question "will you ever consider me?"; 'cause I have for a long time.
My stomach hurts at the thought of losing you
And I can't always act how I feel when you're always watching.
I could never, never add up.
I can see right through that scheme.
But I can always act the same, 'cause you were always watching me, every single move I make, never adds up and I feel like I can't impress you before you leave me, you leave me, you leave me for San Francisco.
What's there for you?
But I gave you everything, I gave you everything.