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