The Once-Bitten's Argument For Halftime Adjustments, or What's the Matter?

She tells me that she wants me,

and I want to tell her even whores have standards,

But instead I tell her that it's been ten years.

She can't be the woman I foolishly fell for.

It's possible that I'm not even the man she remembers;

It's just hard to tell inside this castle of a stone face.

She tells me that time doesn't matter,

and I want to tell her it's the only thing that matters,

But instead I tell her that if nothing has changed,

Then how could the ending be anything but the same?

She says that none of that matters,

But I want to say it matters to me.