Standard (EADGBE)

You asked me to dinner you brought me stuff, now what do I make of that

You made me an offer I called your bluff, now you're an amnesiac

Driving with one hand on the wheel

Ordering luck with every meal

Feeding on hope again never mind how small a portion

I said like we do like we'd like to think, I'll take care of myself

And who would've thought that initial drink would clear an entire shelf

Chorus

You should look at it realistically

I know you couldn't be in love with me

You sat there as dumb as a dog or cat just hoping it's for the best

As if anything ever comes from that, except an appalling mess

Chorus

Now you didn't bank on the alchemy that flattery turns to love

But you took that obstructions will always be the danger of falling off

Driving with one hand on the wheel

Not knowing how or what you feel

You only knew that it was enough to be feeling something