Bodies And Words

This conversation always ends with goodbye
You're standing here behind the door
You're waiting with your rope.

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 dried.

There's no defense like a good offense, 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 dried.

I've known this all along
I loved you anyways
Despite all your deceit
Think about if you had 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 dried.