the duration of our relations was a homophone for how you made my knees feel: week if my judgment had been as sharp as your wit i might have blocked my ears from all the knives that you speak i’m too forgiving of the lies that you live i’m too forgiving and i have more to give no more i can do so i’m through with giving to you i knew what we were and sure it was fun but i’m looking for more and you’re not the one i’m not easily broken i knew we could be great but leave those words unspoken because they came too late i’m too forgiving of the lies that you live i’m too forgiving and i have more to give (just not to you) i’m too forgiving of your promiscuity i’m too forgiving you’re no better than me got to see this through (you’re tempting, but so jaded) that i always knew (my infatuation has faded) no more i can do so i’m through with giving to you