And I count the stairs Up to her apartment She’s taking me home for the night And all that it took was a drink and a lie. She’s done this before I’m not the first liar she’s fallen for She’s had too much to drink And despite what she thinks She doesn’t mean anything to me.
Would you call this love? Would you call this anything other than just enough? To feel alive
Now I pull her close She’s freezing but I still slip off her coat I can’t remember her name But this Shits all the same With her clothes in a pile on the floor.
Would you call this love? Would you call this any thing Other than just enough For the two of us To feel alive
And I’m not such a bad guy you know But I get what I want And I’m dying to get you Out of your clothes Whoa Whoa (x2) She’s had too much to drink She’s taking me home for the night
Theres a thousand other bars on the East Coast And a thousand other girls I can get drunk and take home. You can bet yourself that I’ll do this again.
Would you call this love? Would you call this any thing but just enough? You’re a shameful display of my pride and disdain all rolled into one Lying under the sheets next to me. Come tomorrow, I won’t call. And I count the stairs down from her apartment