Texty: Captain Everything!. It's Not Rocket Science. Chuck Me In.

Every time
I looked at the girl and said
"Would you be mine?"
She just shook her head
And I'm alone again
How pathetic I have been
Sometimes
It's better to choke out the words
Then realize they don't
Make sense afterwards
But she will still be out the door and gone
What's the point in being happy?
I can't work it out
But I hope that there will be no doubts for you and

Every time
I looked in your eyes and said
"Would you be mine?"
Did you wish I was dead?
I'm leaving you alone but
Not picking up the phone's
Making
Everything feel eleven times worse
I realize this won't
Make sense at first
But we will work it out somehow
What's the point in being happy?
I can't work it out
All the
Reason seemed to leave when you said
"It's not working out"
But I hope that there will be no doubts for you and

What's the point in being happy?
I can't work it out
All the
Reason seemed to leave when you said
"It's not working out"