One day we made a studio out of my living room
To kill some time recording songs,
And I wore sunglasses when I sang the one about you,
So you wouldn't misread my eyes and take it wrong

'Cause in my music I can't sever
My association with our one-way romance
So I just try to not be too embittered
That I never stood a chance

You're the most heartbreaking thing to watch -
Dressed heart to soot as the ideal
Prince Charming from the stories
Of laurel trees and lethal wheels

I am not fair enough a maid,
A mere peasant in distress
Your love a pretty fairy tale,
And I'm just too real, I guess

And we listened to the whole session in reverse
After we'd finished that night,
And I heard my songs unsing themselves,
And inside me all wrongs were made right

Suddenly, I'd never told you how I felt
I never wrote that stupid song
I never drunkenly kissed you,
And I never thought twice if you looked my way too long
I never fell asleep in your arms on my floor
I never felt a rush at your smile
I just never considered you that way
I listened, and dreamed all the while -

That you and I were closer still, than maybe we could ever be now,
But we're still playin' music at my place
And enjoying each other somehow So,
Let's spend the hours preserving the day
For future reference, when it'll be all I think about anyway

And when I listen back, I'll try to remember your face in the light
Of my side table lamp protesting the darkness of night
As I, too, mourn the coming of tomorrow
And the death for which today is due,
And hope I might get to live my ever after
With someone that's at least a little like you