I doubt that he could look at me the way he looks at her
And I fall apart from every word that's leaving me unsure

She's got him by the chest
And if she wants, his feet will never touch the ground

I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do...

He whispers in the sweetest way I wish I didn't hear
And smiles when she kisses deep and never stops for air

She's got him by the chest
And if she wants, he'll fall the lovers fall

I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do...

I thought this would be easy...silly girl. I break trust for a living, not hearts. If someones going to cry, it's going to be over me, not some other thing, not some other woman. Although it is amusing to watch how stupid that man is around her.

And am I to wreck that?

It's surprising I even struggle with whether to care or not, and wish this could be easier because my eyes miss being dry. I'm sure I'll look back on this occasion with risibility, and a sense of humor at how absurd I was to set aside my intent for any amount of time at all.  I suppose love can make even outsides and innocent bystanders guilty of wanting it to last. It tricks us into believing maybe this time it's for real, maybe this time it will last forever, and humanity will not be complete shit after all.

I'm not so easy to convince or be mislead anymore...and yet I see it in his eyes, and how he acts when she laughs or pouts her lips.

And am I to break that?

Am I to be the one Sir Tanly Safe hates for tomorrow and a day?

Furthermore, how would I tell Mr. Sick I was unable to complete my work?

Be it as it may, she will be the end of me.

Should I let him keep his lovely girl forever in romance
Or let my little lies come out and ruin his only chance

I've got him by the chest
And If I want, his feet will never leave the ground

I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do...

Be it as it may, Ms. Conception will be the end of me.