you're standing here behind the door you're waiting with your hope
maybe you just have to sleep in someone elses bed maybe you just have to keep searching for something better than perfect which you know will never exist its cut and dry
there's no defense-like look on our face you know this
the clock is running down on me theres no way i can win
maybe you just have to sleep in someone elses bed maybe you just have to keep searching for something better than perfect which you know will never exist its cut and dry
i've known this all along i loved you anyways despite all your deceit
this cold point of view was prepared for how i would have felt
now all we have left are bodies and words i can hear your voice forever
maybe you just have to sleep in someone elses bed maybe you just have to keep searching for something better than perfect which you know will never exist its cut and dry