It's not me, it's you.
The things you left on the nightstand.
Memories of an embrace that shot and killed.
Nobody moves or the girl gets it.
(Oh God, here comes the sun again)
Has it been all night?
I shouldn't have rested my eyes for a moment.
As she embraces another.
Her code name: Disimpassioned Lover.
You get what you want when you want it.
But I guess if you got it then girl you should flaunt it.
But don't you smile at me.