I'm sick of dreaming of you
I'm sick of talking about you
More handsome ones than you
But they weren't you
I'll laugh about it in a month
In the padded halls
You never stop amazing me
Of watching you give it all
The drawing of your silhouette
Its outlines in my head
I'll laugh about it in a month
You know nothing about any of this
At the very bottom of the garden
Is it the curve of your a**
That life is worth living
I'll laugh about it in a month