No sir, no sir, no sir
I'm reminiscing on what it's like to kiss you
I'm counting all our pages pondering what to do
To clarify I'm not wishing I'm fighting it in fact
I don't know why I miss you
Some part of me wants you back
I must be a robot or into my own torture
I continued professing when you can't be loyal
No sir
I must be a robot or into my own torture
I continued swooning when you can't be bothered
No sir
Taken out not one time
Hidden start to end
Was I a hobby?
A fun fickle play pretend
We stood on business
Most won't have in life
We met vultures
Who don't know sacrifice
I must be a robot or into my own torture
I continue professing when you can't be loyal
No sir
I must be a robot or into my own torture
I continue swooning when you can't be bothered
No sir
I must be a robot or into my own torture
I continue trying after we got murdered
No sir