It isn't bad, it isn't wrong of me
To question things that haven't bothered me
And after all, that ends up costing me
I play a game with some good bargaining
Then I see it
Then I see it
Where was I when you were calling me?
And I'm alone without you calling me
These summer nights are going awfully
And how much time can I spend offering?
All the same things
All the same things
May mean nothing
If I'm calling
(Oh, oh...)
(Oh, oh...)
Dumb it down so I can feel something
And pushing back can lead to wondering
But am I more than I am offering?
But is there more than I am offering?
