of montreal
if i faltered slightly twice
If I faltered slightly twice singling a double or Botching a landing if that was my routine it Was Torture I know that it's not an understatement there Will be no wedding to you, I won't have Trouble understanding You're the biggest lie of all I told to myself And now we're being honest There was something in your bed while you Were sleeping there in your friend's bed Not quite the person you were in love with I used to think I had somebody watching Over me