(bart schoudel)



Me liking you is not likely to be true anytime soon

Staring at me won't make me believe that i want you around

Looking at me it's easy to see that you're bringin me down



I try to get it in to your head

You read into everything i've said

I wake up on the wrong side of bed



It's time to assess

Our love is a mess



Everyday i keep you away i'll sleep better alone

Suddenly still i've lost all my will i'd be okay to be on my own



I try to get it in to your head

You read into everything i've said

I wake up on the wrong side of bed



I need you like a hole in my head

You read into everything i've said

I wake up on the wrong side of bed



Wait, somebody's on the phone

Tell her i'm not at home

Cause i'd rather be alone

Until it all sinks in

And who i've really been

All comes crashing in



I try to get it in to your head

(but) you read into everything i've said

I wake up on the wrong side of bed

I wake up on the wrong side of bed

I wake up on the wrong side of bed



It's time to undress

Our love is a mess