There was something about her that always stuck around
And it’s not that I didn't like it
But she made me feel confused, astounded
As if I watched the sun go out and back but an inch bigger and a little brighter

I fancy myself a fighter, but I’m helpless against you
Without even as much as a one-two, I’m kaput
And if I could tell you, I would,
But unfortunately, I turn to wood at the sight of you

I don’t even really see her often
She comes and goes at intervals
A spark in the tinder
A tug on the line

I’m doing just fine, really,
This isn't about you,
But I think you can see through that clearly