You fed me
With your sweet talk
I should have known it was like the movies
When a nice guy makes a nice girl fall
And then it all
Turns to be a pretty lie
I should allow my mind
To open my eyes
And not make my heart do all the talking
Sometimes…
But for a weird reason I guess
My heart's truth is like a volcano
Telling the world what the world needs to be told
I guess it's okay then
To believe in me
When I say
I love you truthfully
And that I would
Definitely
Take care of your guitar
And of your curly hair too…
