You know, it stands to reason when I conjure up your name The perfect picture & it's ruined with a word Now it could be just as easy falling off a log If I had the chance I'd take it Never meant it to be It never mattered to me It's a habit of mine. You always sound so bitter when you call me on the phone So I just erase the message I would if I could, but I can't - so sorry if I hurt you But don't read too much into why I fucked you. Never meant it to be It never mattered to me It's a habit of mine. Can't get the picture that what is mine I should take Never say never, but some habits are hard to break