I'm sick of burning my candle down at both ends
If only I could find another candle to burn with
And ooh, it's getting dark but all I need is a spark
And I haven't given up the thought that true love is more than just a myth
Some people think that melted wax is useless
So I'm here to tell you some of it's uses
What do you think keeps the sheen on my veins
When after so many broken hearts you'd think that they had rusted
The sun is setting and I'm getting that old feeling
The same one I get whenever I'm lonely
And I know I play my part, cuz I wait for things to start
Instead of going out to see if someone else is looking
I have the tendency to think that it would be nice
To have a girl come over and spend the night
I might even have the inkling to get laid
But I know that most women think that all men are the same
Well I promise to suppress it if it makes you feel more safe
But every time I do that women tend to think I gay
It's always been a little easier to be kind
Still it stings a little bit when someone says I'm nice
Just so you know every time you use that word
It makes me sound less interesting, which I think's quite absurd
So darling won't you please expand you vocabulary
So you can find something much more flattering to describe me
In the end I do not really give a damn
Because I'm pretty comfortable just being who I am