I hate the way you hold my hand
To reassure me on where we stand
I hate the way you lay my clothes
For when I'm out the shower and I get cold
I hate the way you take my bags
'Cause you think it's too much for me to carry
And I hate the way you open doors
'Cause what if one day you're not there no more?
And it's safe to say that we might
Go our separate ways after what you did that night
Oh, to tell the truth
I think I loved you too soon

What a let-down
I set my standards so high and I got let down
If only I could pretend I don't care now
'Cause after all this time, it's coming to an end
What a let-down

I hate that I don't hate you yet
And I hate that I can't stay upset
I'm infatuated by the three or four lines
That show up by your eyes when you smile at me
I've looked beyond your faults and loved you blindly
Tell me, what kind of a woman does that make me?
Ooh, ooh-ooh-oh
It's safe to say that makes me a stupid one

What a let-down
I set my standards so high and I got let down
If only I could pretend I don't care now
'Cause after all this time, it's coming to an end
What a let-down