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"She was disarming"
I kick around these quiet thoughts
and dwell on these empty words.
I don't hate you.
I never have.
I never will.
But you wrote me off
like a cheap fan who wanted an autograph.
Said you were happy alone.
But we both know you're not.
You, like all the rest;
just didn't want me.
So dance the night away with
Tony Manero and take your pills.
Tell yourself you're happy alone
but I loved you.
"You were gonna be my Judy Garland,
we were gonna share your tin man heart."
Now I'm just standing in the rain
with wilted flowers and the knowledge
that I"ll never see you,
and your happily ever after
is right around the corner.
I gave her my heart and she
didn't even give me a pen.
I wasn't in it to kill time
or for the thrill of victory.
I was in it cause
"Something happens and
I'm head over heels, ah don't take my heart
don't break my heart, don't throw it away."
But you did just that.
Now it's at my feet
in a million pieces, like a cheap vase,
like Mike TV over our heads.
Except no one is here to put it back together.
So pour some whiskey over it and let it mend.
Maybe someone will have better luck
with it than I have.