My mouth is filled with cottonnAnd my brain is filled with fuzznI'd tell you what I'm thinkingnIf I just knew what it wasnnBut when I try to tell you what I think, it always sounds so lamenAnd I don't know what to tell you once I've gotten past your namenOh Veronica, Veronica, I hope you feel the samennI'm sick of metaphorsnI love you, okay?nI'm not asking anythingnI don't want an answernnI don't trust words any morenThey come and go so fastnI hear them in the presentnBut you said them in the pastnnAnd I don't know what to say to make my feelings understoodnAnd I'm not sure that I'd want to tell you even if I couldnBut I smile at you and you smile back at me and I feel goodnnI'm sick of metaphorsnI love you, okay?nI'm not asking anythingnI don't want an answernnI can't stand similesnI love you, okay?nI'm not asking anythingnI don't want an answernI don't need an answernDon't you dare give an answer