You Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelfI don't take you out that often'Cause I know that I completed youAnd that's why you are hereThat's the reason you stay hereHow awful that must feel
You said you'd be my dreamI could have you every nightAnd if by morning I'd forgotten youWell, no big deal, that'd be all right'Cause you're the re-occuring kindYou are the re-occuring kindYou never really leave my mind
Are you the love of my lifetime'Cause there's been times I've had my doubtsWe were just kids when I first kissed youIn the attic of my parents' houseAnd I wish we were there nowI took so long to figure outWhat this book has been about
Now I write when I'm awayLetters that you'll never readYou said go explore those other womenThe geography of their bodiesBut there's just one map you'll needYou're a boomerang you'll seeYou will return to me
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
Because if you don't then this book's all liesIf you don't then my plans would all be ruinedIf you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank beforeAnd I just won't have a future anymore