You know, it stands to reason when I conjure up your name   The perfect picture & it’s ruined with a word   Now it could be just as easy falling off a log   If I had the chance I’d take it      Never meant it to be   It never mattered to me   It’s a habit of mine.      You always sound so bitter when you call me on the phone   So I just erase the message   I would if I could, but I can’t – so sorry if I hurt you   But don’t read too much into why I fucked you.      Never meant it to be   It never mattered to me   It’s a habit of mine.      Can’t get the picture that what is mine I should take   Never say never, but some habits are hard to break…