I said I could love you as a friend,
I do believe I was mistaken
But all but given time, wounds for men
a postcard is still not a vacation
And I don't ever want to take the blame
And I don't ever want to play your part
in all of the games that you play
There was this girl in my fifth grade
She drew pretty pictures of
And of both their sisters
But I've never found out just what
kind of love to her I've made
When you said you'd stand by me through rich and poor,
Did you mean that was forever?
Or was it just a promise to a
guy you don't believe in?
And I will not accept the shame
I never promised not to change
I would never play your part
There was this girl in my fifth grade,
she'd draw pretty pictures of her mom, and her dad,
but I never found out just what happened to her.