P.S. Eliot - We'd Never Agree lyrics

It happened a week ago tonight
Fuzzy frankness
Under the unsightly yellow lights
And the display of your
Seemingly submissive heart
It's always over before it fucking starts

And I'm not one to gush
I'm not prone to sensitivity
We just wedge 3
000 miles or that I've got my
Whole life ahead of me
And maybe you're just wary or
Maybe I am just naive but we'd never agree

We yield to a feared and fateful clash
Or heartache or overwrought whiplash
And these roles develop circumstantially
You'll be my fodder, I'll be your reverie
And I'm not one to gush
I'm not prone to sensitivity
We just wedge 3
000 miles or that I've got my
Whole life ahead of me
And maybe you're just wary or
Maybe I am just naive but we'd never agree
And maybe it's my fault, I can't cut the tie
I'm a masochist 60 hours
Chased around and one elusive sidewalk kiss
And I'm not sure what I expected
But I couldn't bear to hear that this
Is something you won't miss