If I faltered slightly twice singling a double or

Botching a landing if that was my routine it

Was Torture

I know that it's not an understatement there

Will be no wedding to you, I wont have

Trouble understanding

You're the biggest lie of all I told to myself

And now we're being honest

There was something in your bed while you

Were sleeping there in your friend's bed

Not quite the person you were in love with

I used to think I had somebody watching

Over me