When I'm sad I can't speak
So I write because it gives me hope

just tell me one more time
that you love me so I can remember
the way words passionately leave lips
and tell beautiful lies

I think I know why
You're so jealous
I think I know why
You're thinking I still love him

Your thoughts
Are a reflection
Of you heart

You get jealous
Because you are still in love
With your past
But it has locked its doors
And you cannot enter

And so you think
That maybe, maybe
I, too,
Am knocking
On my past's doors.

But I was the one to lock the doors
I can't see why you get jealous
When in all truthfulness,
I don't love him anymore

But maybe, maybe,
Maybe you're the one still knocking
On your past's door.

If I were a penguin
I'd search the lands
And find you the best pebble
I would make you mine

If I were a goose
I'd fly with you for life
We'd fly into the sunset
I would make you mine

If I were a banana
I would peel for you
But I wouldn't split
I would make you mine

I'm none of these things however
I'm just a human
I can still find you a pebble
But I can't fly and I'm not high in potassium

Can I still make you mine?