I see the way you look away
When I ask you if you'll stay
Your heart's a divided room
Filled with someone else's perfume
But if he owns a single part of you
A corner of your heart, however small or new
Then don't you offer what is left to me
I don't want your half-love,
can't you see?
I'm not a beggar in the street For your leftover love so bittersweet
I build a throne of self-respect From every broken past defect
Cause if he owns a single part of you A corner of your heart,
however small or new
Then don't you offer what is left to me I don't want your half-love,
can't you see?
It's a simple,
brutal man I'd rather have the clean, cold pad
Than a warm lie to hold at night I choose my pride,
I win this fight
So if you're not completely mine
You're not mine