if you ask me how i'm doing, i will tell you that i'm fine
and i'll chuckle to myself, for it's the old company line
thought it may seem that i'm lying, ah--
the truth is that i'm dying, back to you--
if i had to pick my favorite kiss i think i'd have to choose your lips
when the moon was high you held my cheek between your fingertips
thought i don't think my head means to, every memory i have leads back to you
and i know i haven't always had a glowing halo,
and i know you tried your best, what could you do?
and i spent some time regretting, and some more of it fretting, it's true
what could i do?
i still wonder how your parents are, but i'm sure they're quite alright,
and i mean it, that i miss you, please don't try to fight.
though i don't want to admit it, my heart can't seem to quit it's
back to you.