It's a quarter past four
I packed my bags with less things
Than we hold in conversation
If that's even possible
I wish it weren't true
But the fact that I could write this song
And you can't speak a word

It's why you're not my baby
Oh, baby, and maybe you're crazy, yeah
Don't want to have to write
Oh, baby
Don't want to have to write to you
But you made me, you made me
Because you never changed

I think I'll move somewhere inviting
Where my heart's not being lied to
Cause I'll keep on trying
But you can't change anyone
So put that smile behind your lack of effort
It's the only thing that shows anyway

It's why you're not my baby
Oh, baby, and maybe you're crazy, yeah
Don't want to have to write
Oh, baby
Don't want to have to write to you
But you made me, you made me
You'll never change

But you made me, you made me
You never changed


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