None of this sneaking up on me, pressing your lips tight looming there softly
None of that old spin cycle, laundry's been clean a long while
None of this playing the martyr, helping you get off harder
None of that car door slamming, none of those mean eyes grabbing at me
None of this claiming you loved me; none of this asking me how I'm doing
I'm doing just fine yes please, thanks
I'm doing I'm doing just great
None of this remorse rising; setting real low as you compromise your worth
No one's quite pinned you down have they darling?
And none of that bitter thing where you feign indifference claiming that I was admired
I wasn't admired I was stuck on the tightrope of your microscope eyes
And none of this was every warranted by something I did or said
None of this, none of this, none of this, none of this, none of this
None of your revelations, none of your trying to pin down my savior
None of your rich kid guilt trip, none of this life's doing with us anyway
None of this claiming you loved me; none of this asking me how I'm doing
I'm doing just fine yes please, thanks, I'm doing I'm doing just great
None of this was ever warranted by something I did or said
None of this none of this none of this none of this none of this
None of that bitter thing where you feign indifference claiming that I was a liar
I wasn't a liar I was stuck on the tightrope of your microscope eyes