“And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years

It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears

And I’m not used to this, I observe, I don’t chase

So now I’m stuck with consequences, thrust in my face

And the melodramas of my day delivery blows

That surpass your rejection it just goes to show

A simple attraction that reflects right back to me

So I’m not as into you as I appear to be.”