not a lot I can do lately to make you understand

I know this casual fling ain’t exactly what you planned

we were passing stars completely free

must I make you cry to make you see-

it had nothing to do with being in love

I was caught in illusions of all things that might have been

but I must confess I did not think to clue you in

rose to the occasion, didn’t have much choice

passion has its place, and boys will be boys

and it has nothing to do with being in love

I’m well aware everybody feels things in different intensities

but I get the feeling you’re making this much harder than it’s meant to be

and the obstacle is me

not a lot I can say baby that ain’t already clear

cause if the truth was a monster it would have taken off your ear

anyone at all could be misled

but the fact remains just like I said

it had nothing to do with being in love

it had nothing to do with being in love.