I know what your problem is...
You look at my body while I look at your soul
Casual spirit, you leave me empty
Don't think of what I want, 
   only what you think I need
You pulled out the flower before I could plant the seed
So many strings attached to you,
   I don't know which one to pull
Trying to figure you out is frustrating as hell

So I just figured out what your problem is:  Me.
   Maybe I'll see you around.