You like snow, but only if it′s warm
You like rain, but only if it's dry
There′s no sentimental value to the rose
That fell on the floor
There's no fundamental excuse
For the granted it's taken for
′Cause it′s easy not to
So much easier not to
What goes around never comes around to you
To you
I like pain, but only if it doesn't hurt too much (too much)
Should I sit? Should I wait?
To receive?
There′s an obvious attraction to the path of least resistance
In your life
There's an obvious aversion no amount of your insistence
Could make me try tonight
It′s easy not to (not to)
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you (to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you, to you)
To you (to you, to you, to you, to you, oh)
To you, to you, to you
Oh, this could get messy (to you)
To you, much easier
There's an apprehensive, naked, little trembling boy
With his head in his hands (in his hands, in his hands)
There′s an underestimated and impatient little girl
Raising her hand
And it's easy not to
So much easier not to
And what goes around never comes around to you
To you (ooh, this could get messy)
To you (don't seem to mind)
Get up (it′s easy not to)
Get up already (easier not to)
Get up off of it (get up off of it)
Get up
Get up
Get up off of it (get up off of it)
Get out
Get out (it′s easy not to)
Enough already
And what goes around never comes around to you
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
