Bodies and Words

This conversation
Always ends
With goodbye

You're standing here behind the door
You're waiting with your robe

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something
Better than perfect
Which you know will never exist it's
Cut and torn

There's no defense what's
The point of this
You know this

The clock is running down on me
There's no way I can win

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something
Better than perfect
Which you know will never exist it's
Cut and torn

I've known this all along
I loved you and you wait
Despite all your deceit

This time I'm with you
I've been faithful
How I would have felt

Now all we have
Left are bodies and words
I can't be a boy forever

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something
Better than perfect
Which you know will never exist it's
Cut and torn