Oh I thought that I was lovin’ you,
And doin’ things that only lovers do.
I thought that I could be so lovable,
but it seems that my love is more combustible.
Hopin’ hurts, but I hope that I can handle,
all these hopes and dreams I have dismantled.
All this talk has got me lookin’ for an answer,
but I weighed with all this witty social banter.
But then you catch me with your cold shoulder of winter,
and got me sittin’ like I’m sittin’ on a splinter.
And though I’ve tried and tried and tried,
to try and take it all in stride,
I always trip o’er myself when I’m with you.
Oh yes I’ve strived and strived and strived,
to try and keep this all in inside,
oh it’s hard to hold what’s in when I’m in two.