I’m sorry I’m a bad observer, And feel like I don’t want to go further. Because I really do but, sometimes I just hurt her. Because of who I am And Who she wishes I could be. But again, I’m sorry babe. I really don’t deserve her. So I’ll try again Fall flat on my face Enjoy the pain Push the space that I’ve been creating between us It’s what I get for spilling my guts And not being able to trust And I get put on the shelf Isn’t it great, always feeling like someone can take your place Isn’t it great, always feeling like she could do better I overthink and sometimes like to drink away the thoughts Shut my eyes, fall asleep Knowing that you will wake up too/to, Her fragile smile, her salmon lips But, you always expect for the frown That never turns upside down Especially when you’re around Isn’t it great, always feeling like someone can take your place Isn’t it great, always feeling like she could do better Never listening, staring at the ground But it’s funny how I know the way She moves her hips Or the color of her lips Or the way she bites her fingertips I guess I’m just a bad observer Just hope I’ll never push enough to lose her