作曲 : Scott Burkell/Paul Loesel
You're not in love
you're sort of in like
A fact I'm so good at denying
It hurts to know that if I'm for sale
You're just looking but not really buying
Your heart won't budge.It's stuck in neutral
Spinning your wheels in one space
But I feel so good lying next to you
Even though I'm just taking up space
You're a treasure
a home run
seven rooms with a view
You're a full moon
a day off
the perfect shade of blue.
I'm a nuisance
a gnat
a phonecall that can wait
I'm a speck
a dot
the parsley on your plate
You say "come here" then you push me away
It's not wonder I'm slightly confused
Your love is a truck that backs over me
And I'm left feeling beaten and bruised
We go on dates, you watch the clock
I'm aware that you're just killing time
In the capucchino of your life
I'm afraid I'm just a twist of lime
You're a spring breeze
a peach pie
perfect penmanship
You're seventy-five with low humidity
with low humidity
you're mocha almond chip
I'm cliffnotes
a hangnail
misplacing twenty bucks
I'm a fake fat cheese
a case of acid reflux
You're a limo
clean laundry
the smell of a brand new car
Home cooking
a Picasso
a party with an open bar
I'm a kleenex
an addendum
or a word that you always mispell
I'm a fork at a Chinese restaurant
a packet of silicon gel
Days go by
no end in sight
I've little or no self esteem
But still sometimes when I'm all alone
I sit on the sofa and dream
That one day if I'm patient
Somebody will make me feel
Like I'm more than parsley on their plate
I'm an incredible seven-course meal
LRC:Sa1