Left a note on your doorstep Getting used to you not being around You're not mine and I'm not yours I guess it's fine in the end Making out at the cemetery Making out at the cemetery And I would rather sleep on your floor Than in anybody else's bed I'd rather sleep on your floor Than in anybody else's bed Oh and just for the record I could never hate you, baby You're not mine and I'm not yours But it's all good in the end Making out at the cemetery Making out at the cemetery And I would rather sleep on your floor Than in anybody else's bed I'd rather sleep on your floor Than in anybody else's bed Back to the beginning, when I was happy 'cause I didn't know your name Back to the beginning, when I was happy 'cause I didn't know your name