Substitute People

We're substitute people, remember?
An history with expiration date
You are not the one to blame
It's not a choice to believe in fate

And I feel what everyone could see
The end is now really clear to me
I will come back to her
And you'll run back to him

We were the perfect people, remember?
Not allowed to fall or fail
You are not the one to blame
It's not a choice to believe in fate

And I feel what everyone could see
The end is now really clear to me
I will come back to her
And you'll run back to him

At night, on my bed we move like cats.
The perfect harmony between love and sex.

And I feel what everyone could see
The end is now really clear to me
I won't get back to her
If you come back to me