Over and over and over again

Just want it, and not to need it makes me let it fall. But then you let me in, and I don't want it. But you made me believe it. So, do I really?
I left my shoes under your bed, but I left my body outside. How did I get back into this mess? I kept telling myself the temptations would do me in... And they did.

And I think I see this happening again...From my lonely point of view... See every time that I see you... I know this will happen again.

If you could, you keep it together for a moment in time? Then you'd see that I'd be your excuse for a lover. Your own mountain to climb. You would see.