the kooks - perfect

It's not that I don't want you to feel ashamed
or that I've forgotten all of your awfull mistakes
it's not that I'm done with you begging for me
or that I don't wanna win this silly game
but I dream at your skin every night
and the stared eyes remind me the lips
it's not that i'm over my great revenge
but how come you never give it away?
how can you laught when we're apart
or dream about anyone by your side?
don't get me wrong my dear
i'm still mad as It could be
and my rage still shouts away
I'm up for another fight
just after the break to make you mine