
Life, sometimes feels like, a downwards slope, uphill
But know, however she’s feeling, he’ll be waiting for her still
Well he can’t describe it because he’s shit with words, but to him she’ll always be
The one that he’ll always put first
She’s the one that makes him feel complete
He goes to her when he’s feeling defeat
Because he knows that just presence will support him no matter what
Sparks in her eyes, she’s the skip in his step
And she’ll even laugh at his jokes, despite them being shit
Oh there’s no one other like her, his last thought at night and first in the morning
She just makes him smile
But she’s a chamomile, and he’s a redbush
Maybe the two just don’t mix
She’s an elephanatic, and he’s two paws
Cause he’s too poor at making jokes that fix, situations just like this
He loves her insecurities, to make her feel secure again
Because he only ever wanted to be the one that could make her happy again
And though he knows that’s looking unlikely now
There’s nothing more that he can do
But no matter what, he’ll always be
Waiting in the corner… waiting just for you
So what am I really trying to say?
Well it’s that I always loved her
But I was too shy and closed
To have let her known the truth
So I wrote her a song in third person…
And though this will never be a hit
Cause I already know it’s shit!
The reason for my writing it, is so you just know now
That it feels like, those three wise words
Said from me, to you
Are true
CORBETT – Chamomile