Judging Books By Their Covers

I know I may be lean,

Not comfortable being seen,

But I feel like I'm just what you need.

And though my body's thin and

I don't let anyone in

I can't help but let this begin.

And though I may seem cold

And I feel I'm growing old

I wish that you would just come home,

I'm tired of feeling alone.

Please tell me how to let go.

Love, I know you're doing fine,

Your chapters end so well,

And love, I love your welling eyes,

You seem happy I can tell.

Love I know you'll be alright,

But I can't help but feel sorry,

'Cause love, your book will end just fine,

But I am a different story.

I am a different story.

I know I am a mess

And I love most people less

But I miss the feel of your summer dress

And this all may be weird

I can feel you are not near

But please, baby, just come back here.

Please, baby, just come back here.

Love, I know you'll be alright,

Your chapters end so well

Love, I love your welling eyes

You're happy I can tell.

Love, I know you're doing fine,

But I can't help but feel sorry.

'Cause love, your tale will end just fine,

But mine is a different story.

Mine is a different story.