I could write about how much I love you
In letters left unsent
I could tattoo your name to my chest
That would make no sense
I could offer you expensive gifts
Until I end up broke
I could shout your name up to the heavens
That would hurt my throat
If you don't know how I feel by now
Then you're not worth a damn anyway
I can find another cross to bear
Or just maintain misery on my own
I could send you a bouquet of flowers
That would be cliché
I could get down on my knees before you
I'd just be in the way
I could try to drink away the problem
And end up on the floor
I could try to talk to you about it
That never worked before
If you don't know how I feel by now
Then you're not worth a damn anyway
We could go on breathing the same air
I just might be better off alone
The more things change, they say, the more they stay the same
The more I change, the more you seem to stay the same
I could sit and think about this all night
Until I come unglued
I could write another song about you
That's probably what I'll do
If you don't know how I feel by now
Then you're not worth a damn anyway
I can find another cross to bear
Or just maintain misery on my own