Lyrics
Tell me this, when we’re intimate are you really into it ? Cause my time is not yours to waste, Love you throw away as if it were easily replaced
Why can’t I make things good when I thought I could. Maybe too young and idealistic
And you, you read me like a statistic
Tell me this, the things that I call bliss,
Are they on a train of thought you’d rather miss ? So it derails now, crashes into the station, Off track love affair of maximum doubt and minimum duration
Why can’t I make things good when I thought I could ? Maybe i'm too young and idealistic,
And you, you read me like a statistic
Born out of love or casual interest ?
well, you could care more or could care less,
there are these problems to fix, ‘n Im tryin my best, and you seem like you were less than impressed, but,
Why won’t you make things good
When you know you should
Maybe it’s too late and unrealistic
Now Baby we’re just another statistic
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