Of all the girls that I have met I think you are my favorite yet I'm picking scabs of my regret just like you are I'm not jealous and I'm not weak At least not in the past few weeks I'm not everything that you seek. Oh Lord, I'm not But darling, can't you see There's something wrong with me? I've got this crazy notion To build a bridge across the ocean So that I could walk back home Do you think dying is so forlorn? I came out crying when I was born I've not shoes with soles as worn as you do now If you're waiting for the world to end You might as well wait with a friend It's kind of nice just to pretend that we're in love But darling, can't you see There's something wrong with me? I've got this funny feeling That I could float up to the ceiling But I've got so much weighing me down