I like your hands, sorry I don't get your jokes 
I'll kiss your neck and buy you flowers till I'm well broke 
you're looking restless, wearing down the floor 
I very often feel quite anxious that you find me such a bore 
I'd like to tell you all my secrets, 
give you a clean slate 
But your body language 
says quite clearly it's too late 
Love's not too grand, no its kind of up and down 
I think sometimes it's just nice to have someone around 
I make your coffee, you like to pretend 
that you're looking out the window, please look at me again 
I know that I cheated baby 
I just didn't feel needed maybe 
And I know I tend to over think but- 
I don't wanna sink x4