Give me two of your reasons to stay,
And I will give you three
Why things just can't go on this way,
Why things can't work out for you and me,
And things can't be how they used to be.
You say that we used to be so good,
And now we never talk at all.
I know I don't always do what I should
But maybe, it's not all my fault
Maybe things looked good but if that's all we got,
Let's be the ugly ones, having fun,
Don't want no beautiful boredom.
Cause when the prettiness goes,
Everybody knows that all the ugly ones are having fun.
You say I taught you to love again
You say I opened your eyes.
But I'm not sure how to play your game,
And I don't know if you're telling lies,
I'm not surprised that we said goodbye.
You say you want all the pretty things,
They are so cute and they look so nice.
Now I can't argue with the joy they bring:
They may have made my day once or twice,
But in the long run this is my advice.