I'm a really nice guy.
Sweet, attentive, caring, soft.
I'm smart and funny and everything,
But I'm not it.
I like you a lot,
And you're perfect to me.
The prettiest girl I've ever seen,
But I'm not it.
Burn it into my brain.
Force me to say it again and again.
Make me write it 'til I go insane.
"I'm not it!"
I've written this song a million times.
It's spinning me 'round this same record.
Dizzy and scraped up from flying off,
Only willing to climb back on.
I hear the same words I say,
Have the same thoughts every day.
Please let me end this tragedy.
(Silence)
Thanks...
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