this is not the way I planned it out
nothing like the life I dreamed about
just the shadow of a nagging doubt called love..
caught between the devil and his due,
half a dozen ways of wanting you,
just a little thing you put me through called love…
‘cause you float like a ghost,
but you push like a stranger selling roses,
try to make it go away, like a stranger selling roses..
I was once the one you tried to find,
then I wasn’t what you had in mind,
now that I’m the one you left behind for love..
and I’m the last one to remember, I’m the first one to forget,
and I can’t tell if it’s over, and I don’t know when to quit,
and I see that you are faithless, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall..
CHORUS
and it’s not alright, and it won’t be fine
anyway tonight, maybe never, maybe never…
and I’m the last one to remember, I’m the first one to forget,
and I can’t tell if it’s over, and I don’t know when to quit,
and I see that you are faithless, and I’m waiting for the other shoe to fall…
CHORUS
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