Our battles are repetious 
if not broken poetry 
and maybe that's the attraction 
that you're as self-absorbed as me 

You jumped to the conclusion 
and landed on my chest 
Now how am I supposed to make you see. 

I'll just write this down 
with hopes that you'll understand 
I can no longer be disciplined by 
the frustration of an insecure man 
And as I kiss your face you'll know that 
I can no longer apologize for 
your former lover's mistakes. 

My past is mine to keep 
Who are you to question me...? 
Perhaps someday you'll learn 
Too bad 
it's not our turn 

You jumped to the conclusion 
and landed on my chest 
Now how am I supposed to make you see. 

I'll just write this down 
with hopes that you'll understand 
I can no longer be disciplined by 
the frustration of an insecure man 
And as I kiss your face you'll know that 
I can no longer apologize for 
your former lover's mistakes.