To whom it may be of any concern: I forget this lesson each time that it's learned, This argument that I try and defend. It's not logic, it's a means to an end:
A fiendish ploy, That you mean me no harm. It's so ill-concieved, But it works like a charm.
If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
Excuse my mess as I pitch this fit, It bothers me more than I can admit. My face goes flush and my head starts to ache. I think this may be my biggest mistake.
A fiendish ploy, That you mean me no harm. It's so ill-concieved, But it works like a charm.
If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
To whom it may be of any concern: I forget this lesson each time that it's learned, This argument that I try and defend. It's not logic, it's a means to an end:
A fiendish ploy, That you mean me no harm. It's so ill-concieved, But it works like a charm.
If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget. If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
'Cos I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, 'Cos I'm afraid I might forget,
If my fingers clench too tightly, It's because I'm afraid I'll lose my grip, If I think about you nightly, It's because I'm afraid I might forget.
