I'm a cliche but
When we get back to my place
We both know what it is we both want
And I’ve been thrusting my way
Through this city for one whole unholy year
What's one more?!

When we're done
I will go back to being rational
I’ll be lying next to her and feeling miserable
And only when she's gone will I be comfortable
Is alone the only way I can be comfortable?!

For a moment, I am happy to believe in
This poor imitation of the thing I needed
I've been waiting on something to change me
I've been waiting on something to change me

And here's the part where I start to freak out:
I wonder if they hear us having sex in the next room
But either way, we're fine
We still take our time
And I halfway hope she goes home...

When we're done
I will go back to being rational
I'll be lying next to her and feeling miserable
And then only when she’s gone will I be comfortable
Is alone the only way I can be comfortable?!
For a moment, I am happy to believe in
This poor imitation of the thing I needed
I’ve been waiting on something to change me
I've been waiting on something to change

I’ve been waiting on something to change me (x5)