She leaves her heart upon her shelf
Easier to keep than to give to someone else
See her out every Friday night
Recognize but it don’t mean that she’s mine
With the cigarette smoking and ballroom talking
Come here to be known but always leaves a little more alone
Tell me honey do you try?
What’s so different about this and daylight?

If it can’t make you cry
Make you mad or get you high
It’s just a waste of time
Idiot folk it goes far
Dress it up and play the part
But it ain’t love
If it can’t break your heart

She walks a fine line between giving in and getting up
Cause one is just and open door the other one is slamming shut
Tell me honey does it cross your mind
That there’s more than meets the eye

If it can’t make you cry
Make you mad or get you high
It’s just a waste of time
Idiot folk it goes far
Dress it up and play the part
But it ain’t love
If it can’t break your heart

I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
On me
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running for the doorway
I’m not running I’m not running yeah yeah

If it can’t make you cry
Make you mad or get you high
It’s just a waste of time
Idiot folk it goes far
Dress it up and play the part
But it ain’t love
If it can’t break your heart

It ain’t love
If it can’t break your heart