And although my pride is not easy to disturb ,

you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb

With you battered jeans and your beastie tee

Now I can't work like this (no,no) with you next to me

And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years

it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears

And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase

But now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face

And the melodramas of my day delivery blows

that surpass your rejection it just goes to show

a simple attraction that reflects right back to me

so I'm not as into you as I appear to be