Romancer

Golden boy, she called me baby Haven't talked much to her lately It's a game I can't understand Different women, different cities For a weekend I'll feel pretty Another heart on mine Until we're out of time If I called, would you answer You don't want love, just a romancer And I'll be that for you Driving 30 on these streets I don't know where I should be But I'm sure I'll make it The sunsets past its peak We don't live in memories You only stand right at your feet until you go If I called, would you answer You don't want love, just a romancer And I'll be that for you Where are my feelings They're not with me Are they in the pocket of your oversized jeans Where is my conscience Where's my brain Is it with the useless shit you pour down the drain Where are my feelings They're not with me Are they in the pocket of your oversized jeans Where is my conscience Where's my brain Is it with the useless shit you pour down the drain If I called, would you answer You don't want love, just a romancer And I'll be that for you