If I faltered slightly twice singling a double or   Botching a landing if that was my routine it    Was Torture   I know that it's not an understatement there   Will be no wedding to you, I wont have   Trouble understanding   You're the biggest lie of all I told to myself   And now we're being honest   There was something in your bed while you   Were sleeping there in your friend's bed   Not quite the person you were in love with   I used to think I had somebody watching    Over me