The moment that you attack me
That I have butterflies in my stomach
The moment that I miss you
That you make fun of yourself
When I'm tactless
I take slaps
I cry a lot
And I dig my heels in
The moment that you leave me
That you hide away
When you pour your heart out
I listen to a CD
And I cry often
At the slightest remark
A wave of panic
I'm a mess
Because of next to nothing
Often I cry
I cry a lot, a lot, a lot
Much too often
The moment that you attack me
That I have butterflies in my stomach
The moment that I miss you
That you make fun of yourself
When I'm tactless
I take slaps
I cry a lot
And I dig my heels in
The moment that you leave me
That you hide away
When you pour your heart out
I listen to a CD
And I cry often
At the slightest remark
A wave of panic
I'm a mess
Because of next to nothing
Often I cry
I cry a lot, a lot, a lot
Much too often
At the slightest remark
A wave of panic
I'm a mess
Because of next to nothing
Often I cry
I cry a lot, a lot, a lot
Much too often
A music box
A view of New York
Clint's kiss
Brighter tomorrows
And junior suite
A door which slams, a Clint film
A magical memory on Beeker Street
A song by Beck, so romantic
A state of shock on Easter Island
A Bach Sonata, a few cantatas
I cry often