Predicaments Songtext

Halls heard tales that stood so tall like professionals who play basketball
how they circulate around Montreal, I cannot recall.
But I shrug it off like it's something small, suppressible or not there at all
You think I give a shit about what she wrote on my wall?

We put ourselves in these predicaments
when we know full well we're no fans of commitment it's --

And we're changing like colors; we're not acting as lovers should
We act like there's no one other than each other,