"I'm not handling this very well"
What, did you think that I couldn't tell?
I can read you like a book.
I know every cranny and nook
Of your mind

I know you better than you know yourself.

I wrote you a song
it's about how love hurts
and girls cry
But I stashed it away
I was to ashamed to show you

I wrote you a poem once
It's about how you make me feel
how you lied
when you said you loved me
I'll rewrite it though
when you tell me the truth

Maybe one day we can sit around
we can talk about how it really went
how you were to lost
in what you were scared of losing forever
Instead of realizing
what you had wrapped around your finger

It wouldn't matter though
You're too late,
and I'm too far gone.

Trip*, Plunge, Tumble,
If you're going to fall,
Fall for me?

You can melt me with a touch
Yet, freeze me with a look
I think you were right
I am an open book

Midnight lovers
Under the covers
a bottle less and you'd still see straight

So tell me you love me
I'll stay another night
Lord knows my head and heart
will put up the fight

Your warm words
Your soft kisses
Keep me hanging on

You can write a song
about another girl who has done you wrong
*but what would say about me?