loveless, i guess

i)
stranger boy
stranger for knowing me
 
i do not want to see u become a man
the short jobs u will take
the short temper that will run out
 
i don't want ur 8:30pm tired out bored to death kiss on the lips
 
ii)
i don't trust a man who says he never lies to me  
 
i think u can see me sputtering
when u jam ur fingers in without warning  
when i snarl and do the same  
 
iii)
every time i think about dropping u  
like a cheap ring over a bridge in france
u pull me back in  
with a brand new game to play