On the floor of the stairway
On the way up to your apartment
On the back of a cigarette pack
Your name next to a number
Guess I knew that it was happening
There was always that thing
We don't mention that thing
And I guess we could try to make up
So this is how the game plays out
We had times, but they don't count
Thank God I'm not hooked on you
Thank God I'm not hooked on you
I think you know all about me
I think it's cause I do all the talking
On the way over at a red light
all the times you called me
Looking like you had me chasing
And I didn't feel it happening
So why the hell are we trying to make up?
If it's so hard for you to remember
You've been the lights changing
I've been the strip vagus
I say that you're heartless
This was just a game, clear now
We had times, but they don't count
Thank God I'm not hooked on you
Thank God I'm not hooked on you
I see the talent for health
I hear the show on the spread
Press on tickets to my chest
Vision vignette at the edge
Notice the position of my legs
Focus, tension in my neck
C .O .D. I'm in the hedge
Smokin', you're smokin' it out
Token it right to the bell
Two liters still for your health
Fuck it, let's make it a twelve
Hold my gun, soap in the shell
Holdin' I'm postin' this moment
Holdin' I'm postin' this moment
Theme It's In This Moment
From to It's In This Moment
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