?I'll pick you up at eight,
if that's alright with you?
She's standing by her door,

I don't know what to do.

I hope she likes my clothes.

I hope she laughes at my jokes.

She steps into the car.

I drive into the city.
Shes talking, talking, talking.
She's looking so pretty.


So I give her all my best lines.
But I think she knows they're all lies.


But if I told the truth.
Of whats really in my heart.

That I'm so lonely.
I tear myself apart.


That I'm so insecure.
I make myself sick.
I can't even look in the mirror.

To see myself like this.

If I told the truth,

would it scare you?

We go out for a meal.

And the conversation flows.
She tells me bout her boy.
Who's almost two years old.


And she looks so beautiful.
I wish I could hold her in my arms and never let go.


But if I told the truth.
Of whats really in my heart.

That I'm so lonely.
I tear myself apart.


That I'm so insecure.
I make myself sick.
I can't even look in the mirror.

To see myself like this.

Cause sometimes, at night.

I lie awake, and I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it, through.

But if I told the truth.

Of whats really in my heart.
That I'm so lonely.
I tear myself apart.


That I'm so insecure.
I make myself sick.

I can't even look in the mirror.
To see myself like this.


I walk her to her door.
And she kisses me on the cheek.
She says ?i had fun.

Call me next week?.