And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears
And I’m not used to this, I observe, I don’t chase
So 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.