I see you've made your mind up, and I've missed my turn to talk Your manic machinations seem so feigned And I guess I should thank you You've done all the thinking for both of us What's that? There are two of us in this? It turns out that I don't want to be your friend I want to be in your bed And it's a nice fresh start for you While I sit and stare and shake How'd we get here? I've learned quite a lot about us both Do you know how embarrassing it is to sleep across from you? To know I lost the game? To know I failed to see the change? What's that? You've been 'thinking of me'? It's just, call me a cynic but I'm not humbled by that It turns out that I don't want to be your friend I want to be in your bed And it's a nice fresh start for you While I sit and stare and shake It's so simple Try to state your case and make it rational Just be sure to spend as little time as possible with me I'm learning every day that I've still got things to learn I guess I should thank you You know what you're doing I'm struggling I guess you've made your mind up, and yet you still keep touching me I've got two floors of well worn stairs to climb And a whole town's lights to leave behind The problem is that I will never be your friend I'll always look to your bed And it's the best fucking year for you Watching me sit and stare and scream I can't believe I let you do this to me