Mister, is there some price I can pay for the way to catch your eye?
I’ve watched all the ladies who drag your head as they walk on by,
rented movies with Julia Roberts to see what I should be,
and I’ve gathered that a man like you must require something more than me.
Mister, I’ve watched the curve of your lips, the shadowy pool of your eyes,
the shiny glint of gel in your hair, the shine of the phone at your side,
your confident stride that passes me by like a ghost in a zoo,
the brown of your eyes as it shines at the world that is real to you.
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I’m sitting here, watching you walk out the door like you do every day;
I guess you don’t see nothing here in this room to make you stay.
Maybe no one prepared you to know how to love an incompetent fool,
cause no one prepared me for you.
And the bluer I get, well, the farther away goes the look in your eyes,
& the louder you laugh with the ladies the swifter they crowd to your side.
And I stare at my hands and my feet trying to fathom what you see,
and I dream of the sun in your mind that has blinded your eyes to me.
CHORUS
Mister you will find me here when you come back through that door.
I’ll be the one with her heart in her throat, blue eyes down on the floor.
I’ll be the one who wanted to find the you that is lost in you,
hands outstretched towards your fire, fingers turning blue.
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