My **** is sold on you dear,
but my heart won't buy it.
My head knows these games
and it's just not flying.

Cause when tomorrow comes
swinging its daylight around,
being left alone again is worse
than just staying single now.

And years down the line
I'm sure I'll still find
bits and pieces of you
scattered around my mind.

So I'll keep my cold hard cash in my hand.
For now.