Stupid Love

He’s the boyfriend,

The one they tell stories of,

In picture books.

They call by charming,

And they’d be correct,

Don’t even get her started,

On the way he looks.

 

There’s something so stupid, bout falling in love,

You never see it coming, but you waited up,

Spending all your time just dreaming of,

What it would be like in your stupid love.

 

She’s the girlfriend,

The one they tell stories of,

In the locker room.

She’s got it to an art form,

The thing’s she does with her eyes.

 

 

Perfection has a price,

No, it can’t be nice,

To realize there’s more stupid than love.

They do what they can, though,

Live and let die,

Cause, you’re really the one I’m writing up.

 

There’s something so stupid, bout falling in love,

You never see it coming, but you waited up,

Spending all your time just dreaming of,

What it would be like in your stupid love.

 

I’m perfectly comfortable, in your stupid love.

In your stupid love, we’re in stupid love,

In your stupid love, never saw it coming.

This Winter

There’s two little tear drops,

But I won’t let them fall,

People got more problems then they can count,

And my salt water spills so easily.

 

This winter’s gonna be a cold one,

I can tell by the time that this song’s done,

I’m gonna have to write you a new one,

To find out how we’ll make it through.

 

These wars we wage, are weaponless,

But they leave such very real wounds.

People got more problems than they can count,

And my salt water’s spilling all over you.

All over you.

All over you.

 

This winter’s gonna be a cold one,

I can tell by the time that this song’s done,

I’m gonna have to write you a new one,

To find out how we’ll make it through.

This winter’s gonna be a cold one,

I can tell by the time that this song’s done,

I’m gonna have to write you a new one,

To find out how we’ll make it through.

Doesn’t He Ever

I sit here in your dark,

Just trying to find your heart,

Would you hand it over?

If I asked nicely enough.

You sit there in your dark,

Do you wonder where your heart is?

Did you give it to her?

Did she ask you nicely enough?

 

And I wonder,

If I cross his mind, at three am,

Does he ever think about me,

In a way that no one should,

Does he ever think about me,

Doesnt he ever think about me?

 

I step into the light,

Feeling brave tonight.

Would you join me here?

If I asked with my voice polite.

Would it burn your eyes?

To look into the light?

If I asked to steal your comfort,

Would you give me all your nights?

 

And I wonder,

If I cross his mind, at three am,

Does he ever think about me,

In a way that no one should,

Does he ever think about me,

Doesnt he ever think about me?

 

No, never

No, never

No, never

No, never

No, never

No, never

Well, maybe.

 

And I wonder,

If I cross his mind, at three am,

Does he ever think about me,

In a way that no one should,

Does he ever think about me,

Doesnt he ever think about me?

And I wonder,

If I cross his mind, at three am,

Does he ever think about me,

In a way that no one should,

Does he ever think about me,

Doesnt he ever think about me?