I don't need anybody else beating me down.
My guilt penetrates like the thorns in this crown.
Call it a gift, it's truly an art-form, the way you can twist.
How you twist things around.

But, so far, so good.
So far, so good.
I'm still not begging.

Once drowning in passion and rescued by dreams.
Now it seems every day comes apart at the seams.
This would be easy if we were still friends.
Long gone are the vows we would take 'til the end.

This is me, not begging.

You suck at this. This "holding love sacred"
A concept lost on you.
You suck at this. Waste no more time fakin'.
You suck at this and I don't mind.
'Cause I do, too.

But, so far, so good.
So far, so good.
I'm still not begging.

This is me, not begging.
This is me, not begging.

You suck at this. This "holding love sacred"
A concept lost on you.
You suck at this. Waste no more time fakin'.
You suck at this, but I don't mind.
'Cause I do, too.
I do too.