Now you’re saddled up with another and living in another state

I was never the kind of guy you went for anyway

The tortoise shell glasses, tousled mouse-nest hair, the hand-rolled cigarettes

The scuffy air of condescending, gleeful disenfranchisement

I’m still helplessly hopeful, and it’s got nothing to do

With if it’s the right time, or if I’m the right guy for you

When we keep in touch now, you say you’re so glad we’re still friends

I say I am, too, but I for one have been pretending

And I’ll always be pretending till I die or lose my cool

Or until you relent and say you’ve been pretending, too

Your heart is as patient and cocked

As a bead of balanced dew

Parapet cheekbones, eyes like oil

Poised above the moat

You keep yourself like a secret, you’d rather be left alone

I’ve just always liked you and I can dull it down

But it’ll never quite shut off or ever quite burn out

I’m like the light on your VCR that stays on even though you could’ve sworn you turned it off

I’ve got a heart with a pilot light that burns all night just in case you want to turn you on

Your heart is as patient and cocked

As a bead of balanced dew

Sitting heavy at the tip of a leaf

You are never gonna let me shake it loose

I’ll always be pretending, till I die or lose my cool

Or until you relent and say you’ve been pretending, too