This conversation always ends with goodbyes
Your standing here behind the door
Your waiting with your robe

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something
Better than perfect, which you know will never exist
Its cut and drawn

Theres no defense left
Look what love is
You know this
The clock is running down on me
Theres no way I can win

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something
Better than perfect, which you know will never exist
Its cut and drawn

I knew this all along
I loved you anyways
Despite all your deceit
Think about if you would be faithful
How I would have felt
Now all we have left are bodies and words
I can't be your boy forever

Maybe you just have to sleep
In someone else's bed
Maybe you just have to keep
Searching for something
Better than perfect, which you know will never exist
Its cut and drawn