You’re the third in a row
I guess then it’s me
Every yes has an if, every no has a but
Am I looking for too much
So dust off those screwball hearts
Like the 39 screens
Blow it all in my eyes
I still need the love
That I missed out on before
So, don’t wanna be smart anymore
You got a face for trauma
When I’m screaming out
You can’t do this people, not to me
The moon is slowly getting tipsy with me
When I’m screaming out
You can’t do this, not to me
You’re the third in a row
Don’t let it be me
Every yes has an if, well what do you want
Am I looking for too much
Why is it never enough
I just don’t know what I want