I said I could love you as a friend,
and not a lover
I do believe I was mistaken
But all but given time, wounds for men
Please remember,
a postcard is still not a vacation
And I don't ever want to take the blame
For calling you at the
wrong time of day
And I don't ever want to play your part
in all of the games that you play
There was this girl in my fifth grade
She drew pretty pictures of
her mom and her dad
And of both their sisters
But I've never found out just what
kind of love to her I've made
When you said you'd stand by me through rich and poor,
good and bad times
Did you mean that was forever?
Or was it just a promise to a
guy you don't believe in?
Lay out our lives
measure by measure
And I will not accept the shame
I never promised not to change
I would never play your part
Warm and begging to
change
There was this girl in my fifth grade,
she'd draw pretty pictures of her mom, and her dad,
and of both her sisters,
but I never found out just what happened to her.
Yeah, it's really good.