When you go out on your own,
I know what you will find
That you've been living all alone
when you could've been on my mind
And maybe I should put down my glass,
but I'll have another sip
And maybe I should speak my mind,
but I stay drunk and tired -lived
But I think, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, my God, He's not mine
He's not mine, he's not mine
And when I go out on my own
My arms were wasted hanging down
when they should have been
one dark as cast iron panes
And I don't think I really knew
to find a sweet heartache man
And oh, oh, oh, my God, he's not mine
He's not mine, He's not mine
when the transformer blew
And I looked at you, well, you screamed,
Sparks that spread in London,
Oh, my God, He's not mine
Oh, my God, He's not mine