This conversation
Always ends
With goodbye
You're standing here behind the door
You're 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 it's
Cut and torn
There's no defense what's
The point of this
You know this
The clock is running down on me
There's 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 it's
Cut and torn
I've known this all along
I loved you and you wait
Despite all your deceit
This time I'm with you
I've been faithful
How I would have felt
Now all we have
Left are bodies and words
I can't be a 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 it's
Cut and torn