It was our third date, and we were in the park It was a Tuesday in the middle of March I said the wrong thing, I knew it in my heart, I guess I read your fortune, I saw the mother wound You lit a cigarette, then we were in my room You took my clothes off, I was in debt to you again
I should've known that was no way to start a conversation Loving you lowered my expectations Loving you lowered my expectations I should've shown you I'm no saint before it got complicated Loving me went from a high worth chasing To something lower than your еxpectations
You had a bad night, and your patience was gonе You'd been the good guy for a little too long I read your cards right, but I wish I'd been wrong for once It was our third month, you were renting a room It was our first fight in the middle of June I tried to reach you, there was no getting through for us
I should've known that was no way to start a conversation Loving you lowered my expectations Loving you lowered my expectations I should've shown you I'm no saint before it got complicated Loving me went from a high worth chasing Loving me went from a rule worth breaking Loving me went from a life worth saving To something lower than your expectations
Compositores: Grant Averill, Jensen McRae & Joe London