My Fickle Resolve The Stranglers

Sometimes you can't tell fact from fiction
Lies from glory, contradictions
Running through everything

It never seems to make much sense
The way you keep me in suspense
And you deliver exactly nothing

I've often thought when faced with you
It's gonna take some strong voodoo
To wipe the slate clean, all dirts plead

But the sincerity you fear
Just makes you much harder to hear
Than a butterfly in an air raid

And my fickle resolve will be
The death of me one day I'm sure

You can't suppress if you adore
They'll always keep you wanting more
You see my problem? Well, it's yours, too

I've often punched above my weight
And wound up feeling less than great
When live incanted a promise