An engineer's confession — a man who calculates success in every arena except the one that holds the woman he loves. For everyone who's mastered the world but lost the warmth of home.
But an amateur at love.
I build the bridges, I write the code,
But this heart of mine? It's a heavy load.
Check...
Engineer mind, I'm calculating the friction
But this chemistry we have is becoming a fiction
I'm in the DMV, driving down Georgia Ave
Thinking 'bout the love and the laughter we used to have
Now I'm an amateur, playing a losing hand
Thinking 'bout the love and the laughter we used to have
Now I'm an amateur, playing a losing hand
Trying to build a castle on top of the shifting sand
I don't want to believe it's over, no way
But walking away is the easier hand to play.
I'm a writer, but I can't find the words to make you stay
Everything I touch turns to gold, except for you and me today.
Sometimes the one you take a bullet for, baby
Is the same one pulling the trigger on your soul
You keep holding on when you should let go
I'm failing at this, and everybody knows.
Cause I found out I'm a winner at all I do
But an amateur at love (I be amateur o!)
I found out I'm a winner at all I do
But an amateur at love.
Now there's a stranger in my bed, looking like a ghost town
Where are you now? When the sun goes down?
Stranger in my bed, it's haunting me, baby
Amateur at love, and it's driving me crazy.
You think I'm a mess? Maybe I am
Chasing success, trying to follow the plan
But you try to bleed the love out of me, girl, you're not that strong
I've been writing my own story, you've been singing it wrong
In the lab all night, yeah, I'm chasing the dream
But the bed is getting colder, if you know what I mean
She just wants to be desired, looking for the light
But I'm looking for the woman that I knew last night.
Omo, this life... it no easy at all.
I dey wait for you, I dey wait for you
Right here waiting, what am I supposed to do?
First thing I'm admiring your lips, fine girl
Kissing up your body, you be my whole world
But now you be stranger, I no recognize the face
How did we move from grace to this empty space?
The pieces fit, but I don't know how
The math is not mathing, baby, look at us now.
Oh-oh, I'm a winner at the office, winner in the books
But a failure in the kitchen and the way that you look
At me lately... like I'm someone you don't know.
Is it time to give up? Is it time to let go?
I found out I'm a winner at all I do
But an amateur at love.
Now there's a stranger in my bed, looking like a ghost town
Where are you now? When the sun goes down?
Stranger in my bed, it's haunting me, baby
Amateur at love, and it's driving me crazy.
Cause I found