Ive been in this place many times before
With my babys things among my shoes and strings and clothes
But just because Im here
Dont mean I cant run out that door
Aint that what those running shoes are for?

Baby likes to sleep on floor boards bare
And just to keep the peace, well I join her there
And she might say to me
a better man I cant recall
But what I think she sees aint me at all

It aint me at all to need somebody
Like some lovestruck casualty
It aint me at all to feel so ready
To be what I think she sees

Baby claims I kiss like I really care
Well, I guess Id say I dont but the truth aint fair
And sometimes she looks at me and says
babe, my heart just stalled,
But what I think she sees aint me at all.