I've listened to her,
I see her try,
Sometimes I think that she will build herself a coffin with the tears she cries.
In the moment, it clutches me
And I cling to her side
Reassuring her that we will forever be Bonnie and Clyde.
As soon as I've got her
Gooey and soothed,
I find myself looking at my options to choose.
I never want to hurt her,
I don't want to,
It's true.
But I know she will forgive me,
She doesn't know how not to.
So when I've missed a date, I already know my fate,
She will cry and I'll soothe
Because I know I'll be forgiven despite her shoulda, woulda, coulda.