Noir

I know you're sick of me hitting you up When you say you're done and you've had enough And your head you defy With your heart you reply 'I'm a head-fuck' And I know you're tired of playing along When I talk about just how far we've come So I'll see you around, maybe up the town on a friday But darling I could never despise you 'Cause I've tried to And I love you just the same With your ducking and diving, criticising And I said 'I know I've only myself to blame' Now I'm all tanked up So I guess I'm obliged to say 'Now that I'm getting over you, I'm missing you under me' And I know you're thinking of ways to forget The fighting and petulant arguments, like talking on MSN In the late AM like the old days And I know you're finding it hard to believe A mutual respect so hard to achieve When there's all of this history on your hands and knees before me But darling I could never despise you 'Cause I've tried to And I love you just the same With your ducking and diving, criticising And I said 'I know I've only myself to blame' Now I'm all tanked up So I guess I'm obliged to say 'Now that I'm getting over you, I'm missing you under me' Now that I'm finally over you I'm not missing you under me