you lie there so pretty in your green sweater,
i couldn't tell you how i loved to see your charming glasses
so i have talked about nothing but the weather and it was cold
now i give thanks to god, to myself or whomever
you take the best of me among apathic common feelings
i have to tell you this is no ordinary passion i long to hold you
that is all that i want to do
you may read my soul over and over
but that wouldn't save it from being true
why is there the need in us to depend on the others?
there must be more people than love stories
but still we talk as we were friends or maybe lovers,
still it's so helpless
you treat me nicely and i can't forget you,
but i'm not sure if i could ever love you less
here in my head and heart your name is tattooed ever
could i love you less?
that is all that i want from you, be yourself
you may read my soul over and over
but that it wouldn't save it from being true