I wish I had a dime for every time I fell in love and felt that I'm not quite enough.
An instant satisfaction breathes disease like burning leaves but sill you're never guite enough
So If I ask you, you've got to let me breathe
And nowadays when you lie to me, it's harder to believe
I'll keep my distance though, I'm more so you can't see
And when do I finally get the chance to get back to me
I wish I had a dime for every time I fell in love and felt that I'm not quite enough.
An instant satisfaction breathes disease like burning leaves but sill you're never guite enough