I like your hands, sorry I don't get your jokes
I'll kiss your neck and buy you flowers till I'm well broke
you're looking restless, wearing down the floor
I very often feel quite anxious that you find me such a bore
I'd like to tell you all my secrets,
give you a clean slate
But your body language
says quite clearly it's too late
Love's not too grand, no its kind of up and down
I think sometimes it's just nice to have someone around
I make your coffee, you like to pretend
that you're looking out the window, please look at me again
I know that I cheated baby
I just didn't feel needed maybe
And I know I tend to over think but-
I don't wanna sink
