We are all contestants in your silly little game
Your love's only expression is your personal gain
You think that you're delicious in anything you do
With silence as my witness, your cacophony's the truth

So I'll ask don't lose what's already lost
I'm begging you, don't lose whats already lost
Because how can you think that you've figured this out?
You haven't got the range
How do you think that the mend gets made?
It isn't magically

You never saw salvation
A life was being played
But still you're getting married
You're gonna get paid

Hard not to be suspicious
Of everything you do
His absence is a sickness
His presence goes too smooth

So I'll ask please don't walk out that door
I'm begging you, don't dare walk through that door

Because how do you think that you've figured this out?
You haven't got the range
How do you think that the man gets made?
It isn't magically

Why do you think that the world owes you
You and no one else?
Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope
Though we never stood a chance

Real love is much better than this
Real love is much better
Is it real love? Is it real love?

Real love is much better than this
Real love is much better
Is it real love? Is it real love?

How can you think that you've figured this out?
You haven't got the range
How do you think that the man gets made?
It isn't magically

Why do you think that the world owes you
You and no one else?
Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope
Though we never stood a chance