For Tom to spend another night writing songs
You're out of luck, you've gone way too far
Well, you can take your attitude
Why the fuck do you think you're right
How little of myself can I give
How long can I string you along?
About every little thing that you say?
How little of myself can I give
And still make you believe I care?
And do you think that it is right
How long can I string you along?
How long can I string you along?
About all the people he thinks are gay?
At the risk of sounding trite
And still make you believe I care?
To tell me what you expect of me today?
How little of myself can I give
If you think there's any chance I'm gonna stay