Noir

I know you're sick of me hitting you up
When you say you're done and you've had enough
And your head you defy
With your heart you reply 'I'm a head-fuck'
And I know you're tired of playing along
When I talk about just how far we've come
So I'll see you around, maybe up the town on a friday

But darling I could never despise you
'Cause I've tried to
And I love you just the same
With your ducking and diving, criticising
And I said 'I know I've only myself to blame'
Now I'm all tanked up
So I guess I'm obliged to say
'Now that I'm getting over you, I'm missing you under me'

And I know you're thinking of ways to forget
The fighting and petulant arguments, like talking on MSN
In the late AM like the old days
And I know you're finding it hard to believe
A mutual respect so hard to achieve
When there's all of this history on your hands and knees before me

But darling I could never despise you
'Cause I've tried to
And I love you just the same
With your ducking and diving, criticising
And I said 'I know I've only myself to blame'
Now I'm all tanked up
So I guess I'm obliged to say
'Now that I'm getting over you, I'm missing you under me'

Now that I'm finally over you
I'm not missing you under me