You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes Yeah you P.M.S Like a bitch (chick) I would know And you over think Always speak cryptically I should know That you're no good for me
We soar above all mistakes On bruised and battered wings ascend To bring back the light again Past imagination
Used to laugh About nothing Now you're plain boring I should know That you're not gonna change
Someone call the doctor Got a case of love bipolar Stuck on a roller coaster And I can't get off this ride...
You change your mind Like a girl changes clothes
I should know That you're no good for me
We soar above all mistakes On bruised and battered wings ascend To bring back the light again Past imagination (2)