Wish I could remember why it mattered to me.
It doesn't matter to me.
It doesn't matter to me anymore.
Now that you're feeling fine,

I'll admit that - though I know it's coming down,
And see it shattering me - it doesn't matter to me,
And I'm not sadder for seeing it come.
I'm not going to run.
I will just come when I am called.

You want to cut me off because I took too much,
But don't leave me alone.
Take off your scarves, your winter coat.
The night's too cold.

When we met I should have said
You're like a sister to me,
How all that kiss her just seem
Like puny suitors I can see through,
How none will do, not for you,
How it might as well just be us two.

And when I pulled you by the jacket
From the clattering street,
You started flattering me,
You started saying I was so strong.
String me along,
But I can't become all that I'm called.

And I can't claim to know what makes love die or grow,
But I can still take control and so refuse to just go home,
Back down the hall.

Ooh, And as I crawl,
As finally all the false confetti blooms up in this attic room,
I'm going make my stand.
I want to see both of your hands put down the phone.

I won't let you go,
Although the moment stole my self-control from us all
And now it can only end with a fall.