Why do we have to misunderstand
I’m not just talking about my girlfriend
Why do we have to jump to conclusions
Based on your fragmented delusions
Have you ever thought
That maybe it’s you not me
I’m trying to get out, get out of this mess
This mess you call righteous
Shame if I’m not blessed
You’re so busy talking
You say pride is the reason I’m not listening
Ironically, maybe it’s you not me (uh)
I compromise
Not to tell you that you’ve won
But to show you that
That works are more than words
I love you
I compromise
Not to tell you that you’ve won
But maybe to tell you
That maybe it’s you
Maybе it’s you not me