Satisfaction

One body, two souls

Three words you'll never know

Time makes it harder

I'll stop being mad about it

So come chase oceans of plagiarized emotion

With you, so alone, still I ain't even mad about it

I bet you would like that

I bet you would

But I'm not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction

No, I'm not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction

Heaven, old me, the devil's on me

Don't look, don't see

So I'll stop being mad about

Selective memories

And let down sanity

I'll die with you slowly and I ain't even mad about it

I bet you would like that

I bet you would

But I'm not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction

No, I'm not gonna give you that kind of satisfaction