So what's up between us? You don't want to call me your girlfriend.
You don't want to call me anything... You don't want to mix me up with any fixed idea,
with something that ought to be true.

She lies on the floor half dead
Half alive
Numb and torn inside

How do I tell you we can't go on
How do I tell you this isn't working,
How do I tell you that I was wrong,
To say some of those things