The longer I stay, the more I seem to lose. It's an argument I use to take me away. And the closer I get, the less of me there is. I remember it like this to make me forget.
Yeah, the older I grow, the more of me is gone. It's a way of holding on, to let myself go. And the louder I shout, the less i really care. It's the attitude I wear to get myself out.
The strange thing is I haven't changed at all. Seemed so sure you would stay my girl. The strange thing is I haven't changed at all. Wanted so much to believe...
Maybe too much to believe... (x2)
But the harder I try, the less I ever do. I convince myself it's true to bear me alive. And the sooner I stop, the more of me is wrong. It's a kind of putting on to tear me apart.
Yeah, the closer I get, the less of me there is. I remember it like this to make me forget. And the longer I stay, the more I seem to lose. It's the argument I use to take me away.