There's a photograph of you hanging in my room.   I swear to GOD you were never more beautiful.   And I could change my mind a hundred million times, but nevermind, it always comes back to you.   I like to pretend that it's always gonna be this way but I know the truth is it won't.   You'll run away with a doctor someday.   And I know I'll probably be true like the sucker I am.   We don't exactly fit.   You're scared of commitment and denial is my stock and trade.   I thought if I stuck around you'd believe you'd found you'd made the best mistake you've ever made.   I've got a message just for you.   It is I always will be true.   Please be gentle with me.   We both know I fall in love to easily.   There's a photograph of you hanging in my room.   And I swear to GOD you were never more beautiful.   And I should tear it down but I'm such a stupid clown.   Smiling, patronizing, dutiful.