I am trying to make sense Of your choice of present tense When you tell me who you used to be And it does sound very strange When you claim that you have changed When it seems you never knew who you where Just let it go So many things I don't want to know And I swear, unless you talk to me 'bout love Don't try to pull my headphones off You're a tiny mystery One that research will not lead me Any closer to the truth You're the riddle I can't solve The wine that's getting old And starts to taste like vinegar Just let it go So many things I don't want to know And I swear, unless you talk to me 'bout love Don't try to pull my headphones off If you don't know love I'll keep my headphones on