The thought of going back there is always bad
But the way you understand me feels so good that it's crude
And many times I told myself that I never want to see you again
Still, many times over, I'll be right where you want me to be
I've been struggling to let loose, struggling to feel free
Wanted to get out and end this debauchery
But how are you still here, etched in my heart and mind?
Despite in my day-to-day life, I can no longer call you mine
Could this be a novel spin or did you never thought of this?
And are you also trapped and drowning in your own ambitious trysts?
The archetype and guidelines of a perfect man to the world
A paragon of purity, a vagabond of devotion
Yet, dominated by the thought and existence of me - the first you have ever felt for
The chemistry that sends you spinning, had a taste and now you want more
And though the thought of going back there is always bad
But the way I understand you feels so good that it's crude
