this is the moment that you know
that you told her you loved her but you don't
you touch her skin and then you think
that she is beautiful
but she don't mean a thing to me...
so one last touch and then you'll go
and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more
but it was vile, and it was cheap
and you are beautiful
but you don't mean a thing to me
Love the way you love, but i hate the way
I'm supposed to love you back.
Remember today, i've no respect for you
and i miss you love, i miss you love...
you two are kindred
there's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
and now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all
and here i rest where disappointment and regret
collide when i'm lying awake at night