Pretty soon you will be wanting me, to go
And I will only be the enemy, you know
Pretty soon you will be needing me, to leave
But know that you and I will always be, naive

[Chorus]
Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot
Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought
Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought
But maybe not

Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor
All that we say we had with us before?
We'll find our way to what we're looking for
By separating what is mine from yours

Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold, at bay
And then forever I'll be good as gold lamé
I know your heart cannot be bought or sold, for much
Donder maar op, consider yourself told, in Dutch

And we can argue 'till our throats are sore
About how far you take a metaphor
You always deign to see the glass half filled
And now it seems to me the half glass spilled
[Chorus]

Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot
Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought
Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought
But maybe not
Maybe not
Maybe not