Standard (EADGBE)

 You can't tell the truth

 Not even to yourself

 It hurts too much to admit that it's in there

 You can lie and dissemble with anyone else

 But I know you like I know myself

 /Touch back down will you

 /Put your feet on the ground and

 /Stay here with me

/Touch back down will you

/Let me look at you

/As you are

 /Touch back down

I would love to hold you

I cannot get near you

I would love to show you

But you are shuffling sideways

You think I don't notice

That you're slipping away

/chorus

I have got to learn

Not to go choosing

The ones who don't choose me

I am always picking

The fruit that's furthest on the tree

It's sweetest to me

/chorus