The Take Over, The Breaks Over

Baby, seasons change but people don’t.
And I (oh) will be waiting in the back room.
I’m falling for old conference people.
Headlines and flash flash flash photography.

Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.

Would you rather be a widow or a divorcee?
Snap your way from fashion magazines.
Widow or divorcee?
Don’t pretend it.
Don’t pretend.
We don’t fight fair.

Say, your head can be your prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us still.
This doesn’t mean a thing anymore.

Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.

Would you rather be a widow or a divorcee?
Snap your way from fashion magazines.
Widow or divorcee?
Don’t pretend it.
Don’t pretend.

We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
Words softly we’ll conceal in secret places (woah).
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
Words softly we’ll conceal in secret places.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.
We don’t fight fair.

We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
Words softly we’ll conceal in secret places (woah).
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
Words softly we’ll conceal in secret places.
We don’t fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
Words softly we’ll conceal in secret places.

Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don’t pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don’t fight fair.