Now I don't think I love her
But I get kinda thick when he calls her name
Over milkshakes
Sweet nothings
Well, I'd like to offer her something
But I feel like I don't have
Anything
At all

Now I'm not sure I love her
I have to be thick when she calls my name
For a deep
Enlightening chat
Well, I don't know about that
She probably sees it
As a diversion
It's my life

Well, I don't think I love her
She's saying goodnight from the hall
He smiles
He's always smiling
Yeah I'm whiling
Away vast tracts of time
Waiting to be sown
Waiting on mine

Chorus
Her attention is another matter-it matters