Am I the lonely man
The Gatsby to your Daisy Fay
I'm tired of almost everybody in the world
I'm sick of trying and failing to find your hand
To hold
Am I the bitter man
Who crumbles like a house of cards
At the mere mention of your name in company
Whose heart rate loses control so pathetically
That's me
You knew every inch of me
I came up short
You wanted more and
If I find what you're looking for
Will you still want more
And more and more
Am I the foolish man
Who walked you to the door and knocked
I wish I could say I would do things differently
But the door closing was the first I knew that you'd
Lost me
You knew every inch of me
I came up short
You wanted more and
If I find what you're looking for
Will you still want more
And more and
You saw every inch of me
I wasn't worth
Your house, your wine
Your family's time
Your hands, your eyes
Your love