New in My Veins

You said we got too comfortable.

I thought we'd found some peace.

I asked if we could talk it through.

You handed back my keys.

Now you're telling someone else,

"I've never felt like this."

You call it bad timing.

I call it running away.

You don't want somebody better.

You just want somebody new.

Someone who still buys the story I believed when I met you.

Every time the rush is over,

You decide that we are,

too.

You don't want somebody better.

You just want somebody new.

A new name on my phone now.

We're still talking after three.

I haven't told them

very much. They think the world of me.

I type, "I've never felt like this."

Then read it back again.

New name.

Same conversation. This time I'll get it right.

You don't want somebody better.

You just want somebody new.

Someone who still buys the story I believed when I met you.

Every time the rush is over,

You decide that we are,

too. You don't want somebody better.

You just want somebody new.

It's easy being perfect When nobody knows you yet.

Harder saying, "I was wrong," Than finding someone to impress.

I don't want somebody better.

I just want somebody new.

Someone who still buys the story For another month

or two. Every time the rush is over,

I decide that we are,

too.

I don't want somebody better.

I just want somebody new.

Same old me.

Someone new.

Same old me. Someone new.