A blank page
You'd like to write a recipe
For how you would be loving me one day
At this stage
We both deserve some honesty
You wouldn't get the best from me, no way
I get an inkling that you're wanting more
You go to speak it, but let's hold on before
You and I could be the boringest thing,
The kind of love song no one bothers to sing
I don't claim to be some sort of sage,
But darling, we'd be beige
Let's pretend
We'll last one academic term
I don't think there's a thing we'd learn that way
Stay as friends
I think you'll find we'll both affirm
We'll end it on some better terms someday
I get an inkling that you're wanting more
I'll let you speak it, but let's hold on before
You and I could be the boringest thing,
The kind of love song no one bothers to sing
I don't claim to be some sort of sage,
But darling, we'd be beige
Fit together every word you said.
We're not the kind to end it all in burning red
Break my heart and leave me blue, but that's more excitement than I get from you
You and I could be the boringest thing,
The kind of love song no one bothers to sing
I don't claim to be some sort of sage,
But darling, we'd be, we'd be beige
You and I could be the boringest thing
The kind of love song no one bothers to sing
I don't claim to be some sort of sage,
But darling
We'd be beige