Mr. Twombly

You've got to be the most disappointing thing I've laid my eyes upon

A love so obscene

I've got no idea

The hills your name they scream

Not what I'd hoped for

It's not what it seems

Not what I'd hoped for

It's not what it seems

Spending all your days and nights

I've got nothing for you

You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have

You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have

Saying you've done nothing wrong

It just don't feel right

A love so obscene

I've got some idea

At the touch of his fingertips

Or lips

Not what I'd hoped for

It's not what it seems

Not what I'd hoped for

It's not what it seems

Spending all your days and nights

I've got nothing for you

You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have

You have it in your grasp was it ever really yours to have

You had it in your grasp it was never really yours to have