you’re not just great, you’re greatest
if you don’t mind my word
i’d shower you with honesty
if i could not be heard
you know, i think you’re beautiful
with paint smeared on your smock
i’ve sorry that i’ve kept my heart
hid behind a lock
i felt i should be honest now
seeing that i’m drunk
and tell you how i really felt
before my feelings sunk
i really felt the way she said
you swore not to believe
the lies she told that were the truth
the stories that she “weaved”
i’m sorry i couldn’t tell you sooner
my feelings are a mess
i feel like i have been in love
but i cannot confess