Left a note on your doorstep
Getting used to you not being around
You're not mine and I'm not yours
I guess it's fine in the end
Making out at the cemetery
Making out at the cemetery
And I would rather sleep on your floor
Than in anybody else's bed
I'd rather sleep on your floor
Than in anybody else's bed
Oh and just for the record
I could never hate you, baby
You're not mine and I'm not yours
But it's all good in the end
Making out at the cemetery
Making out at the cemetery
And I would rather sleep on your floor
Than in anybody else's bed
I'd rather sleep on your floor
Than in anybody else's bed
Back to the beginning, when I was happy 'cause I didn't know your name
Back to the beginning, when I was happy 'cause I didn't know your name
