I need you so much it frightens me, and brings tears to my eyes, so, I mask it with a snappy reply.
I hope you know that I don't really take you for granted, but I put up a good front, don't I?
After you leave I think of all the things I could have said, done and knowingly didn't,
Somehow couldn't, and want to cry, 'cause each leaving could be our last good-bye.
If I made a New Year's resolution to be more demonstrative, and the harder I'd try,
The more you'd end up with a very weepy woman, and wish to hell that I were with some other guy.
So, here's to all the things I do not say, to all the tings I do not do, and all the lines you must read between;
Few defences have I, except a snappy reply, and you're not just another guy, that's why.
