I’m not the kind of guy who’ll sing to you
But I’ll go ahead and play a tune
About how I looked up to the moon
And saw your image
Playing the drums under a half-baked sun
Did I mention you were cooped-up in a dessert spoon?
Looking deliciously inviting to everyone

Remember way back when we first kissed?
Our teeth clashed twice, and you bit my lip
You’d think I’d hate that memory
But if truth be told
I feel the complete opposite
And in that moment, I thought I conquered love
But the very next second I did something stupid to put you off
How ridiculously typical of me

All my friends told me you were trouble
I refused to listen
While I was trying to complete the impossible puzzle
Of your dismantled broken heart
Sharp to the touch like a glass shard
You found a way to spit it out on the floor
And like a fool I’d pick it up
And try to reassemble you one more time
In the hope I could complete you
In the hope I could make you mine

Even when you say you know
You never truly know
Until it happens to smack you between the eyes
‘Cause obviously I lied just to save face
While you stood in front of me emotionless
A face made like I was bitter to the taste
Like I meant absolutely nothing to you at all
… I guess it turns out you were just pretending