Left a note on your doorstep

Getting used to you not being around

You're not mine and I'm not yours

I guess it's fine in the end

Making out at the cemetery

Making out at the cemetery

And I would rather sleep on your floor

Than in anybody else's bed

I'd rather sleep on your floor

Than in anybody else's bed

Oh and just for the record

I could never hate you, baby

You're not mine and I'm not yours

But it's all good in the end

Making out at the cemetery

Making out at the cemetery

And I would rather sleep on your floor

Than in anybody else's bed

I'd rather sleep on your floor

Than in anybody else's bed

Back to the beginning, when I was happy 'cause I didn't know your name

Back to the beginning, when I was happy 'cause I didn't know your name