i was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
but then the dove of hope began its downward slope
and i believed for a moment that my chances
were approaching to be grabbed
but it was just a paper bag
'cause i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
i got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
when it costs too much to love
and i went crazy again today
looking for a strand to climb
looking for a little hope
baby said he couldn't stay
wouldn't put his lips to mine
and a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
come on put a little love here in my void
but he didn't get it i thought he was a man
but he was just a little boy
'cause i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
i got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
when it costs too much to love
'cause i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
i got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
when it costs too much to love
because i know that i'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
i got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
when it costs too much to love