You're a part-time poet and a full-time messYou spill your soul

You're a part-time poet and a full-time mess You spill your soul in a wrinkled dress I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you You kiss my hand in the subway light You hum off-key but it feels so right I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you You said “Here’s the church” with a piece of bread We laughed so hard that we shook the bed I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you The clouds forgive you, the sky forgives you So tell me why I wouldn’t, too? I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you You fit just fine in the passenger seat With your tangled cords and your tapping feet I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you Up, up, down, down, we both forgot But you still swore that you knew the plot I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you You always mumble but your heart rings true And I fell in love with the sound of you I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you We both throw shoes when we’re full of rage You want the mic, I want the page I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you You said Don Quixote drove a train I said “That’s wrong” and you said “Same” I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you You pulled a face and then took a chance Did your weird little backwards pants dance I don't see what anyone can see In anyone else but you But you