Those of us with a darker disposition,

We must take love where we can,

You come to me with your clauses and conditions,

I come to you as I am,

Little lamb, if you're not here,

Then who will water all the flowers,

Without your voice, in my ear,

Who will count me through the hours

I get a healthy dose of jealousy,

When I feel you turn your back on me,

I'm terrified I'm gonna let it slip,

That I'm just about to lose my grip,

I was clearing out the old folk's home, there were photographs of you,

Is it everybody you have known, knows you better than I do?

You left me piles of your poetry, yeah but that don't keep me warm,

If you're wanting an apology, I've been sorry since the day I was born,

Peering out from behind the curtain, waiting on a sign from you,

So alone, and so uncertain, if I'll ever receive my cue,

I get a healthy dose of jealousy,

When I read through all your poetry,

A rising wave of insecurity,

Are any of these about me?

Those of use with a darker disposition, must make our peace with our place and our position,

Still I get a healthy dose of jealousy, when I think you're finally living free,

I get a healthy dose of jealousy, when I see you being happy without me,

All the secret symbols of my dreams, I need you to tell me what it means

I need you (I need you)