| In dark corners and bars and ballrooms | 
| Boys get childish and grow up too soon | 
| I sit and stare at the Calgary girls | 
| Pretty hair and their mummy’s pearls | 
| Until the fear wells up and hits me | 
| Send letters to a comfortable history | 
| I used to have it all | 
| Now my head falls hard and alone onto a motel pillow | 
| And I know there’s a script that I could rehearse | 
| And there are lines, I could make them work | 
| But I don’t want them, I want you | 
| And it’s not like there’s a space that I need to fill | 
| Or like I have any time we could kill | 
| But I don’t need this, I need you | 
| And this is the exact thing that I always do | 
| We used to lie right here and speak | 
| We were fucking great between these sheets | 
| That she bought to replace the old ones she left when she needed her own space | 
| And I took the hand-me-downs | 
| And I flipped the covers inside out | 
| And I’ll pretend that I’m different now | 
| And the first time we made love | 
| It was dark and we were drunk | 
| In someone else’s, someone else’s hostel bathroom | 
| And you turned your back to me | 
| And I said, «If this is the first of many | 
| Then turn back around so I can fucking kiss you» | 
| And I know there’s a script that I could rehearse | 
| And there are lines, I could make them work | 
| But I don’t want them, I want you | 
| And it’s not like there’s a space that I need to fill | 
| Or like I have any time we could kill | 
| But I don’t need this, I need you | 
| And this is the exact thing that I always do | 
| If you see me again holding up some dive bar’s end | 
| With a whisky sat far too naturally between my legs | 
| Will you saunter over smokily and tell me about your family? | 
| And I’ll tell you you were right when you said I’d end up lonely | 
| And I’ll tell you that my life didn’t crack up to what our life would have been | 
| And I’ll stand up to say something, fall straight back in my seat | 
| And you will check your watch and say, «It's probably time for you to leave» | 
| And I’ll stand up and say something brave and grand, fall straight back in my | 
| seat | 
| You will check your watch and say, «It's probably time for you to leave» | 
| And you will offer me a ride | 
| Only 'cause so it’s so fucking cold outside | 
| You were always far too kind | 
| And I know there’s a script that I could rehearse | 
| And there are lines and I could make them work | 
| But I don’t want them, I want you | 
| And it’s not like there’s a space that I need to fill | 
| Or like I have any time we could kill | 
| But I don’t need this, fucking need you | 
| And this is the exact thing that I always do |