it's not gonna be me,
and that sucks.

that sucks in a way
I can't even explain.

it's not gonna be me
the one that's gonna take your hand
and walk downtown
wishin' all the clocks would stop.
it's not gonna be me
the one that's gonna watch you sleep
and feel like the world is just
perfect the way it is.
it's not gonna be me
the one that's gonna make you breakfast
and wish you a good day while kisses
your left cheek.
it's not gonna be me
the one that's gonna sing you silly songs
and make you dance in the middle of the living-room.
it's not gonna be me
the one that's gonna
 tell you:
'let's get the fuck out of here'
in a random summer night
'case all she can think
is that she'd like to make love to you
and never ever stop.
no, it's not gonna be me.

and believe me
I'd kill
for it.