Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? You say you're okay but I saw that you liked it 2 A.M. and faded I know that's when you

The answers that I've found Are all the same They uncover questions That still remain What is certain I have ignored And what I know is simple I must be reborn I have spent most of my life Trying to complicate everything that I believe

It ain't over til it's over Ooh-oh ooh-oh ooh-oh They can say they do and my eyes on the horizon When I wake, all I see is the sun rising Just when I thought I said all there was to say I get the last word, It ain't over till it's over Just when I

Breaking, hating till you lost it all Say it was your babel Say it was my babel It was my babel Tell all people Now you know it's over rolling off her shoulder You can take a ladder to the shadows and forget Was it how she kissed you and then dismissed

Just a little bit better at faking it than me, baby Why you, why you, why you checking, if you're over it Why you, why you say, "Let go," if you're still holding it? And I'm say I'm okay but I guess I'm a liar You say you're okay but I saw that you liked

Still in love with you Baby it's you I know I've been lying to myself You and I were over long ago Don't know why my heart's the last to know I don't wanna believe it But what can I do Visions haunt my memory They hold on, hold on desperately

Say something, I'm giving up on you Anywhere, I would've followed you I'll be the one, if you want me to And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl

I'll sleep when I'm dead Gonna live while I'm alive 'Til they roll me over And lay my bones to rest Is all that I need Got no use for Sunday 'Cause I don't rest in peace Until I'm six feet under Sleep when I'm dead, sleep when I'm dead

Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans Six degrees of separation You’re all over this damn nation And it’s six degrees of separation 'Til I picked up a quarter from nineteen seventy-nine Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans Worn in boyfriend

Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need There's a saying old, says that love is blind Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find" So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind