Well, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride I'd get past my pride, you'd be by my side I wouldn't be holding on to memories I wouldn't need them, you'd be here with me That I was separate and complete, was my confusion My reciprocity turned out to be retribution So caught up with what I wanted you to be Convinced that perfection meant spot free
And the moral of my story is....
It may seem I'm holding it down But if you wanna know the truth I'm slowly losing my ground, If you wanna know the truth There's no one keeping me warm If you wanna know the truth I'm only good in your arms If you wanna know the truth
I miss the way you used to say I wanna bone ya But I have to resist the urge to phone ya You must have moved on it's been over a year And it wouldn't be fair to burden you with my tears I know I said I didn't need you and I'd be alright, But I got a much different story tonight I miss your laughter such a beautiful thing Now the silence closes in
And the moral of my story is..
And the moral of my story is it may seem