I refuse to be,
Just another name.
In your list of strange bedfellows.
I choose,
Not to remain.
The fool you made of me.
It wasn't by your glance,
Or your lingering hand
That I was slighted.
Not to remain.
The fool you made of me.
It wasn't by your glance,
Or your lingering hand
That I was slighted.
I don't think it was,
Your affliction to the phone
That made you seem benighted.
For a moment there,
You got me going.
I believed I meant more than every other.
Your affliction to the phone
That made you seem benighted.
For a moment there,
You got me going.
I believed I meant more than every other.
And you even had me,
Happy with the fact
That we had no great future.
Happy with the fact
That we had no great future.
But I refuse,
To be just another name
In your list of strange bedfellows.
To be just another name
In your list of strange bedfellows.
I don't think,
I was made to lead,
But this time I refuse to follow.
I don't think,
I can become.
Another lover whose heart turned hollow.
I would rather,
Forget you today.
And look to a calmer tomorrow.
I was made to lead,
But this time I refuse to follow.
I don't think,
I can become.
Another lover whose heart turned hollow.
I would rather,
Forget you today.
And look to a calmer tomorrow.
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