If I had you I'd hold you like a guitar I could slay you with a well-placed F sharp barre If you don't want to hear that tune I'll leave my fingers where they are
And every time I see your face I want to touch it And I know I'll never touch it I get by, I get by
And I can't tell how hard I tried I can't reveal what I can't hide I said that I was fine, I lied But I can stick around and see you smile from the side
I say William Shakespeare had the right idea Put your passion in a poem she won't hear If your heart is whole again you can publish it next year
And every time I see your neck I want to kiss it And I know I'll never kiss it I get by, I get by
And I've been in my head too long To know when what I think is wrong But I can write another song And I can stick around and see you as you sing along
I had another set of words to use instead of what I'm singing here The rhymes were intricate and every line was filled with alliteration and the best poetic tricks It demonstrated just how clearly I'm the perfect guy for you to hear But in reality perfection isn't really what we want so we just throw words at the page And we call it a masterpiece if any part of it sticks
I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been waiting on another bright idea I've been working on a song that you won't hear I've been working on a song that you won't hear I've been working on a song for you, dear
And everybody tells me that I'm fine And everybody tells me not to mind And everybody says just toe the line And everybody tells me that the world was made for me to play in but I don't believe them