He told me I was beautiful
on a Sunday, and I laughed.
He said he didn't understand,
why I couldn't take a compliment,
or why I couldn't hold his hand.

"I can't fall in love with you,
no I could never do that. Oh,
why not I bet you'd ask,
I simply cannot."

My friends told me I was crazy.
"Your head can't be on straight."
They couldn't understand why,
I couldn't just give in, or
admit there's something there.

"I can't fall in love with him.
What can't you understand?
Stories don't always end like that,
and thats something that I can't pretend."

I found myself in clutter,
with words upon my back.
I couldn't change my mind again,
I couldn't find my way.

I can't fall in love with you,
no I could never do that.
Oh don't think that I am cruel,
or stone, or emotionless.
I can't fall in love with you,
and that's a simple fact.

He told me that he loved me,
on Saturday in the dark.
I told him he was crazy,
that he had been from the start.

I can't say there's a place for him,
buried in my heart.
But I can't fall in love with him,
please, don't let me do that.

I might be giving up, you see,
it's hard to not fall back.
How could I fall in love with you?
How could I do that?