Halls heard tales that stood so tall like professionals who play basketball
How they circulate around Montreal, I cannot recall
But I shrug it off like it's something small, suppressible or not there at all
You think I give a shit about what she wrote on my wall?

We put ourselves in these predicaments when we know full well we're no fans of commitment it's --

And we're changing like colors; we're not acting as lovers should
We act like there's no one other than each other, but I know that there's somebody else

We put ourselves in these predicaments when we know full well we're no fans of commitment it's pointless, erroneous
I'm in love, love, love with loneliness

Oh, let it go, all these feelings of pain and sorrow
Just let it go

We put ourselves in these predicaments when we know full well we're no fans of commitments it's pointless, erroneous, I'm in love, love, love with loneliness