Pretty soon you will be wanting me to go.
And I will only be the enemy I know.
Pretty soon you will be needing me to leave.
But know that you and I will always be naive.
Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot.
Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
But maybe not.
Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor
All that we say we had with us before?
We'll find our way to what we're looking for
By seperating what is mine from yours.
Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold at bay.
And then forever I'll be good as gold if I may.
I know your heart cannot be bought or sold for much.
Darlin' I'd consider yourself told in Dutch.
And we can argue 'till our throats are sore
About how far you take a metaphor.
You always deign to see the glass half filled
And now it seems to me the half glass spilled.
Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot.
Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
But maybe
Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot.
Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
But maybe not.
Maybe not.
Maybe not
Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson
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