So how can you get from this day to that, with the hair on your chest and the fat on your back? With so many crushes and none of them loves, I've taken what you've given and I still can't give enough of my heart that left me when you met me. I've no choices but that doesn't mean I'm settling.
In paper and in plastic, in landfills or in love. In lockets and pockets, and pictures we've put up. In toilet and timetables in latex sweaty hugs. Kill pills, pillows, me and you or maybe just bad luck. So it goes without saying, I've no choices but that doesn't mean I'm settling.
If you cried when we left, till those words ran through your head, saying "It's better to leave upset than to leave something unsaid". Still she goes without saying, I've no choices but that doesn't mean I'm settling.