Supposed former infatuation junkie, I sink three pointers and you wax poetically. - Alanis Morissette

And all I need now is intellectual intercourse, a soul to dig the hole much deeper

'Cause the joke that you made in the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes.
And you know it.
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it.
Well, can you feel it?

If it weren't for your maturity, none of this would have happened.
If you weren't so wise beyond your years, I would've been able to control myself.
If it weren't for my attention, you wouldn't have been successful and if
If it weren't for me, you would never have amounted to very much. Ooh, this could be messy
But you don't seem to mind, and
Ooh, don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime. We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us.
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this.