I can't feed you what you need to eat
I know enough to admit defeat
I can't pretend to make you complete
i'm not your shelter i'm not the ground beneath your feet

i'm not angry I won't carry it around
I won't miss your smell your sight your sound

stumble backwards try to clean up the mess
girlish nonsense leaves me unimpressed
besides the fact you prefer more to less
you can try but it don't mean success

i'm not angry I won't carry it around
I won't miss your smell your sight your sound

ooooooooo something about you
I can't take
ooooooooo something about me
makes it hard to fake