The Sound

Can't believe I forgot your name Oh, baby, won't you cum again? You said, "I've got a problem with your shoes And your tunes, but I might move in I thought that you were straight, now I'm wondering" You're so conceited, I said, "I love you" What does it matter if I lie to you? I don't regret it, but I'm glad that we're through So don't you tell me that you just don't get it 'Cause I know you do And I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart And I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart I know the sound of your heart It's not about reciprocation, it's just all about me A sycophantic, prophetic, Socratic junkie wannabe And there's so much skin to see A simple epicurean philosophy Oh, and you say (you say) I'm such a cliché I can't see the difference in it either way And we left things to protect my mental health But you'll call me when you're bored and you play yourself You're so conceited, I said, "I love you" What does it matter if I lie to you? I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're through So don't you tell me that you just don't get it 'Cause I know you do And I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart And I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound I know the sound of your heart I know the sound of your heart