Waitress

I give to you my troubled mind

I give to you my apple pie

I send you my regrets from this diner

I'm a loner

Who loves to lay low

In your arms

You can't help what it is you love

There's lipstick on my coffee cup

I write down the words that I find you in

On a napkin

The mark of your teeth

Still in my stockings

You say that I'm stuck on the blues, well

They were here before you

And it's likely they'll be here long after you're gone

So I play along

And keep my shades on

My dreams in cyan

All I wanted to do was write you

A song so true, it would

Save your life

And save mine

My, the truth might set you free

But it won't free you from time

So I give to you my troubled mind

I give you my apple pie

Do you forgive me for all

The ways that I missed you?

Did I ever not miss you?

In my bones

In being myself

I could be no one else