Text: Silverstein. Arrivals and Departures. Bodies and Words.

This conversation always ends with goodbyes
You're standing here behind the door
You're waiting with your robe

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something

Better than perfect
Which you know will never exist
It's cut and drawn

There's no defense left
Look what love is, you know this
The clock is running down on me
There's no way I can win

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something

Better than perfect
Which you know will never exist
It's cut and drawn

I knew this all along
I loved you anyways
Despite all your deceit

Think about if you would be faithful
How I would have felt
Now all we have left are bodies and words
I can't be your boy forever

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something

Better than perfect
Which you know will never exist
It's cut and drawn