You're waiting for an opening , aren't you
You're waiting for her, aren't you..
Well I miss her too..
But never as much as you do...
Because I'm not like that..
I'm not soft, warm, and fuzzy...
And at any sign of that impression,
I'd prefer that you'd pay attention...
To what I'm willing to show you.
The extent my hand reaches out?..
My hand is in my pocket..
You can't be like this with me..
I'm no longer sweet and loving...
It's sentimental to me.
And this has little meaning, you see..
You can't let her love me,
I won't let you...
You wait for that chance, everyday.
And you're patient on the couch.
Like how you lay at her knee..
You love her too,,,
..But not like I do.