I used to be good for you
But now I'm good enough for nothing and no one
Don't know where's my know-how
About this strange love thing I do.
I sit here in silence as I watch your thoughts dirge 'cross your face
You say you feel sick, well I'm feeling sick now as I say,
"I'm not your Messiah." Still, I'm too much of a saint to tell you
I'm tired of tiptoeing around, all around myself
You see I've misplaced my God
And replaced it with something else
I don't' want to say it
Cause you know if you don't say it, it's not real
Still I can't go in silence cause I think and I breathe and I feel
I wish you'd realize that I'm never gonna be your beck and call girl
I used to be good for you
But now I'm good enough for nothing and no one
Don't know where's my know-how
About this strange love thing I do.