Cynical One

I like looking at your eyes

Playing piano and staring out your window

In the middle of the night

From your house on the hill

I was hoping that you wouldn’t forget me

But I know you will

So don’t go around saying

There’s no such thing as love

You can’t go trading me places

Don’t forget that I

I am the cynical one

Wine and roses are fine

But I like the harder stuff

And I can still remember

When too much, too much was never enough

So don’t go around saying

There’s no such thing as love

You can’t go trading me places

Don’t forget that I

I am the cynical one

Don’t forget that I

I am the cynical one

Don’t forget that I

I am the cynical one

Don’t forget that I

I am the cynical one