i asked her one question
she answered my three
there’s no room left for me

but how do i argue
the logic of my need
and not appear to beg and plead

still she tries to explain
but the reason is too clear
and it is just how i feared

i’m not the kind of guy she falls for
she’s looking for less, she’s looking for more
now i have tarnished what little we had
i am hurt and she feels bad

they say the truth stings
just a little at first
but keeping secrets is much worse

yeah, silence does stagnate
it taints all my thoughts
till i can believe things i should not

but i spit out the words
that i should have swallowed
i abandoned plans i should have followed

i’m not the kind of guy she falls for
she’s looking for less, she’s looking for more
now i have tarnished what little we had
i am hurt and she feels bad