I find it funny
How you find it sad
Keep telling myself
I can't be that bad
You're thinking of me differently
I'm thinking of myself
I'm starting to stop as we speak
I'm starting to lose
I'm falling asleep and I am
Sorry again
I'm aware I've begun to believe too much
Recoiling from your tender touch
Believin', believin', believing
I'm this way for a reason
You're thinking of me differently
I'm thinking of myself
I'm starting to stop as we speak
I'm starting to lose
I'm falling asleep and I am
Sorry again
