How can you drop it like that now? Finally fell through your trap door. How can I prove you were wrong when I lived in your song but you went the other way
Next time when I prove you wrong, I'll be singing my own damn song Now you've seen me take a step backwards but beware I'm preparing to jump
It's set in ink and so there's no plan B for us I beg you agree that we hit hard enough You're gonna have to see this with your own eyes to believe this we musta just needed someone to dream with
So I'm on to the next thing now tho I find it perplexing how; how I can be your nearly man but really I'm not feeling that son.
And I, don't need you tugging on my collar I'd rather beg steal or borrow for a while while I hold tight, soaking in the lemon and limelight