Should have gone with my first impression
That you weren't the guy for me,
But now I'm caught up in this mess
And I only want to be free.
You're nice, you're sweet, you're funny;
But your temper is a bear;
Oblivious to what goes on around you--
You're far too much like me.
And me, I'm far too trusting;
Gullible, to say the least.
I'm impulsive, and I don't listen
Or pay attention to my surroundings.
And I can't be like my mother;
Pursuing you for your attention.
So I'll step back, let life work itself out
And cry myself to sleep.
I know I need to let you go;
You're not the guy for me.
But I don't know how to let
My aching soul
Cry itself to sleep.