She's like a reflex, making your knees bend back   It's automatic and unconditional   Breathing all of your secrets, oh   It's problematic, but once you've had it      You can never get back the way   You used to be, it's harder to breathe   No you can never get back the way   You used to be before she came      And now she's on top   You're having second thoughts   But she won't stop   It's a little out of hand   One night stand up,    nothings right now   And when the light's out   Under your breath you confess   She's got to go      Everything's backwards, you are the apparatus   It's acrobatic, untraditional   The perfect shape of a perfect love   It might be plastic but once you've had it      I can't pretend, that I'm in control.    And it's sinking in, that she's got to go.