Of all the girls that I have met
I think you are my favorite yet
I'm picking scabs of my regret just like you are
I'm not jealous and I'm not weak
At least not in the past few weeks
I'm not everything that you seek. Oh Lord, I'm not
But darling, can't you see
There's something wrong with me?
I've got this crazy notion
To build a bridge across the ocean
So that I could walk back home
Do you think dying is so forlorn?
I came out crying when I was born
I've not shoes with soles as worn as you do now
If you're waiting for the world to end
You might as well wait with a friend
It's kind of nice just to pretend that we're in love
But darling, can't you see
There's something wrong with me?
I've got this funny feeling
That I could float up to the ceiling
But I've got so much weighing me down