Of course, I know the words to that song
And I know why you are the way you are
I know the way that you think and how you're feeling
And I know you're trouble if I ever saw some

Because I know people like you and I know where this is going
Nowhere good with half a helping of depressing
Throw in a lovesick poet and a broken musician and, god--
What was I thinking?

So don't be surprised to know I'm in love
And you know what?
It might be the stupidest thing I've ever done
But I don't think that I would feel this way
Or write this way
If I wasn't.