I said I love you On a cobblestone in New York I guess Some things could be lost in a mess Like a prophet I read the lines in your hand I see the lies in you heart And in your head In your In your In your head But I don't wanna get used to you And I don't wanna be love infected But I don't wanna get used to you Cause it's so complicated You are so complicated Be my surrender Be my reality My sweetest angel My enemy It's easy to pretend Sitting in this box With all the demons So tell me what to do Cause I don't wanna get used to you