true

Oh babe, I don't mean to tell you

Anything that I didn't mean to say

I have thought of many ways

To let you know that I love you

But none of them are true

Even with flowers in your hair

And April feeling warmer than the year before

I have thought of many ways

To let you know that I want you

But none of them are true

I have thought of many things

But none of them you'd like to hear

I have thought of many ways

To let you know I'm leaving

And all of them are true