this conversation always ends with goodbye      you're standing here behind the door   you're waiting with your hope      maybe you just have to sleep   in someone elses bed   maybe you just have to keep   searching for something better than perfect   which you know will never exist   its cut and dry      there's no defense like a good offense   you know this      the clock is running down on me   theres no way I can win      maybe you just have to sleep   in someone elses bed   maybe you just have to keep   searching for something better than perfect   which you know will never exist   it's cut and dry      I've known this all along   I loved you anyways   despite all your deceit      think about if you   had been faithful   how I would have felt      now all we have left are bodies and words   I can't be a boy forever      maybe you just have to sleep   in someone elses bed   maybe you just have to keep   searching for something better than perfect   which you know will never exist   its cut and dry