I know a girl, and she is so abstract. just what am i supposed to do? she makes me trust that i can't trust myself. she makes my lies sound oh-so-true. oh, baby, i'm sorry that i ever doubted. i'm sorry i'm so weak. i'm sorry i'm so inconsistent, oh, baby.

Why don't i know people who know people who know girls who aren't perfect but a million miles away? why don't i know someone who knows someone who knows someone who'd be happy to be in my arms today?