Part-Time Lover

Round hills and dead dog streets

Backseat driver

Checked into a tragedy

Undercover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Lying for the truancy

To the other

Lying for transcendency

From another

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

I never wanted to lead to ruin

I never wanted to blow it all up

We can play the blame game all day

Now where we're at is ironic

Come back baby, come back baby

If this is how it can only be

I'm not too proud, I'm not too sound

And you were born to be

My part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover

Part-time lover