Pretty soon you will be wanting me, to go And I will only be the enemy, I know Pretty soon you will be needing me, to leave But know that you and I will always be, naive [Chorus] Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought But maybe not Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor All that we say we had with us before? We'll find our way to what we're looking for By separating what is mine from yours Pretty soon I'll be the one you hold, at bay And then forever I'll be good as gold lamé I know your heart cannot be bought or sold, for much Donder maar op, consider yourself told, in Dutch And we can argue 'till our throats are sore About how far you take a metaphor You always deign to see the gla** half filled And now it seems to me the half gla** spilled [Chorus] Maybe you'll forgive the things that I forgot Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought But maybe not Maybe not Maybe not