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

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 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 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