when i listen to those songs
those optimistic, guitar strumming, warm your heart
sort of songs - i think of you

is it because there’s hope for us? i don’t think so
i think it’s just because my favourite imaginings
have you in them. you star in my dreams

its probably your huge bambi-brown eyes
the way when you stand next to me
i finally feel especially chosen. but

i can’t say all these things to your face and
i’m too loud and blonde and silly
to be any sort of mysterious

so i’ll just watch and smile while
you make other girls your muse

it’s OK. i can’t have you
but i’ll always have the songs and one day
someone will write them about me

then you'll be sorry