What if I
Made a little more money
Was a little more funny around you
Would I find you
Knocking on my door your
Clothes on the floor of my room
What if I
Was a little more pretty
With a job in the city with a sky view
Would I find your
Missed calls on my phone when
You're on your own nothing to do
I'm strung out
In all the predictable ways
The sound
Of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I know
But I'm not through
Being addicted to you
What if you
Gave me some of your time
You can have all my everything
I could prove I'm
Not just another
Temporary lover I'm the real thing
I'm strung out
In all the predictable ways
The sound
Of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I know
But I'm not through
Being addicted to you
You're the one that I can't that I can't keep
You're the one that I can't that I can't keep
You're the one that I can't that I can't keep
Out of my mind all of the time
I'm strung out
In all the predictable ways
The sound
Of every single thing that you say
Breaks down
All that I know
But I'm not through
Being addicted to you