• More than you, less than me, is the beginning of the end,
    Cause I'm more you, than I am me,
    And I don't get the signals you seem to send.
    I promise that I'll get over you,
    I know it's down to me,
    I'd swear on my heart, But it's not mine,
    With you I'm never free.

    All the time I spent on you and the minutes that I wasted,
    Every second thinking of you, the bitter sweetness I've tasted.
    I didn't know it was so addictive,
    Thinking about what we could be,
    But you always keep me asking,
    "What the hell d'you want from me?"

    I'm always left to wonder why the roses struck you down.
    Like in the lullabies that used to wipe away your frown.
    Seems like my voice alone is more than you can take,
    And I don't know why,
    That it seems to me,
    That you're about to break,

    I’ve messed up so many times before,
    But I need one last chance, to f*** up once more,
    I’ll steal back my words right from in your mouth,
    And force your own back in,
    Make you eat the words you never said,
    Just the ones that seem to resonate in my head,

    You don't know what you want, will this ever start?
    How can this end when you still interfere with my heart?
    This is love and this is hate - they're not far apart,
    Somehow, together, we've made insecurity an art,
    Congratulations, I guess you win,
    I'm now less than I've ever been,
    You're not you, and I'm not me,
    I'm less than I ever thought I'd be.