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.