There's a photograph of you hanging in my room.
I swear to GOD you were never more beautiful.
And I could change my mind a hundred million times, but nevermind, it always comes back to you.
I like to pretend that it's always gonna be this way but I know the truth is it won't.
You'll run away with a doctor someday.
And I know I'll probably be true like the sucker I am.
We don't exactly fit.
You're scared of commitment and denial is my stock and trade.
I thought if I stuck around you'd believe you'd found you'd made the best mistake you've ever made.
I've got a message just for you.
It is I always will be true.
Please be gentle with me.
We both know I fall in love to easily.
There's a photograph of you hanging in my room.
And I swear to GOD you were never more beautiful.
And I should tear it down but I'm such a stupid clown.
Smiling, patronizing, dutiful.