I’d let him in, oh, I’d let him win — I’d burn my house down just to hear him scream my name. (I’ve carried hopes and heavy daydreams, she said, but I’m tired of sleeping.)
Take the phone calls, take the circus, take the drama, ‘cause baby, it’s worthless.
This modern love is not enough. (She said, watch your back: I’m nobody’s girlfriend.) This modern love is not enough. (Oh, they said one big exhale never did me no good.)
One big exhale never did me no good.