And it’s thoughts like these
That make me weak in the knees
Where has all those gorgeous words for me gone?
They slipped and flew out of your lips
Easy - like water flowing down a waterfall
Are they locked underneath your bed
Where you keep all your sex toys
Oh such an appropriate place
Or are they buried in your mind
In the file “things I have given up on”
You told me once about that file
And I’ve been petrified ever since
But you said you’d take the love that I was offering
And I’m not trying to throw this in your face
I just want you to know that you’re a liar