William Willson - It's Complicated lyrics

I don't like you, it's complicated. You're gorgeous, but that's not related. And for this, reason, I have something to say. The remains that you leave from the little games which you play. You fiddle play all your baes then drop them dead in a daze. No k's, more of a conversationalist you are. Yet you leave all of your relationships in tar. No car, more of a borrower you are. Ironic, just as you like to borrow our hearts. And I kinda think you're iconic, with some sorrow in arm. Now I've fallen so far, away from you, just so I can say to you, nothing, and that shouldn't alarm.