She told me I was too cute to smoke cigarettes I told her she was too pretty to lie I can see it in her eyes she doesn't want me just a passing fancy like a stranger on the street. I'm easy to love but I'm easier to leave that's why I'd rather it be just me 'cause it's better in my head than laying in a bed with a liar
Daniel Magner 2013 absorbed a bit of an old poem into this one