From the album
Arrivals & Departures
This conversation always ends with goodbye. You're standing here behind the door, you're waiting with your rope. 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 dried. There's no defense like a good offense, you know this. The clock is running down on me, there's no way I can win. I've known this all along. I loved you anyways despite all your deceit. Think about if you had been faithful how I would have felt. Now all we have left are bodies and words. I can't be a boy forever.