Cute Little Ginger Boy Video (MV)

To the cute little ginger boy in the old photograph
You don't know me at all
You were you at a time when I wasn't around
So you couldn't have met me

So instead you went on to meet
A girl who I guess now's your lover
I suppose you think that the two of you were meant to be
That's not what I think of her

You sit at home, I'm here all alone
And your just my type, but the time isn't ripe
I never fit in, but with you I feel filled in
But now you share sheets with some lady who rides horses
You can never find out I'm this sorry sad sap

Well I once knew a guy like you
We liked all the same bands too
And I was so smitten
We matched like a pair of shoes
Just like I do with you
Yet our match isn't fittin'

You sit at home, I'm here all alone
And you're just my type, but the time isn't ripe
I never fit in, but with you I feel filled in
But now you share sheets with some lady who rides horses

So I guess we'll just sit here and trade parts of our souls
And lock eyes, but never hold hands
And the cute little ginger boy
Will stay in his photograph
And I'll have to learn how to laugh