In Love

Original Artist: Ben Folds

I remember the night we met,
That night we sat entwined,
Under summer skies,
I looked into your eyes,
And you looked into mine.

You said "You're not like the rest",
And I nodded.
"No one understands me" you said,
And I nodded once again as if to agree,
That all men are indeed the same,
Somehow, you say, I was different.

For months on end I maintained a veneer of sincere interest,
As if I was listening as you relived every page of self-help and new age that you'd read,
And I went in for the kill,
I'd read the same books,
I learned to ape the motions of a sensitive human being,
And we were oh so happy,
But you found things to fix,
And I knew it was time to move on.

So now you have me completely figured out,
You feel sorry for me,
I can't express my feelings,
I can't tell the truth,
We are all alike,
At puberty I was sworn to secrecy by the international brotherhood of lying fickle males,
I can't tell you anything,
And I can't commit,
You're right,
I can't commit to you.

I will always treasure our time together,
I don't feel enough of anything to harbour the kind of disdain that you'll maintain,
You painted me into what you wanted to see,
That's fine,
But you will never know me.