I want you, thin fingers;
I wanted you, thin fingernails.
And when you bend backwards
I wanted you, I needed you
Oh-oh to make me better
I'll love you in spring time
But we're not so starry-eyed anymore
Like the perfect paramour you were in your letters
And won't it all just come around to make you
Let it all unbreak you to the day you met her
But it'd make you better.
It'd make you better.
I sung you your twinges
And it'd make you better.
Did it make you better?
And all I wanted was a sliver to call mine.
And all I wanted was a shimmer in your shine
To make me bright
Cause we're not so starry-eyed anymore