I always wished that I would be a painter So I could show the world just how I see But my hand it does fight cuz the colors ain’t right At least they never are to me
And if you want me, honey Tell me you don’t love me And I’ll be yours this time next year Yeah Next year Yeah
I always hoped that I could be a hero Idolized on the silver screen But how many lovers have I left running Knowing no valor just fear
And if you want me, honey Tell me you don’t love me And I’ll be yours this time next year Yeah Next year Yeah
I’ve always liked the words that best describe me Like a song that’s out of key Though the melody’s wrong, but you keep singing on Cuz no one told you which line to believe
And if you want me, honey Tell me you don’t love me And I’ll be yours this time next year Yeah Next year Yeah
And I don’t feel nothing at all I don’t feel nothing at all [x11]