If I had you I'd hold you like a guitar nI could slay you with a well-placed F sharp barre nIf you don't want to hear that tune I'll leave my fingers where they are nnAnd every time I see your face I want to touch it nAnd I know I'll never touch it nI get by, I get by nnAnd I can't tell how hard I tried nI can't reveal what I can't hide nI said that I was fine, I lied nBut I can stick around and see you smile from the side nnI say William Shakespeare had the right idea nPut your passion in a poem she won't hear nIf your heart is whole again you can publish it next year nnAnd every time I see your neck I want to kiss it nAnd I know I'll never kiss it nI get by, I get by nnAnd I've been in my head too long nTo know when what I think is wrong nBut I can write another song nAnd I can stick around and see you as you sing along nnI had another set of words to use instead of what I'm singing here nThe rhymes were intricate and every line was filled with alliteration and the best poetic tricks nIt demonstrated just how clearly I'm the perfect guy for you to hear nBut in reality perfection isn't really what we want so we just throw words at the page nAnd we call it a masterpiece if any part of it sticks nnI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been waiting on another bright idea nI've been working on a song that you won't hear nI've been working on a song that you won't hear nI've been working on a song for you, dear nnAnd everybody tells me that I'm fine nAnd everybody tells me not to mind nAnd everybody says just toe the line nAnd everybody tells me that the world was made for me to play in but I don't believe them