I try and think now of any man I could want.
Of finding some boy down at the store or at the next concert
Who could replace you in my heart right now.
And they all seem pale and colorless.
They seem trite and boring.
But I’ve got no choice.
No choice because I’ll never see you again.
Never see your silly smile.
Never see your little dance.
Never hear your chuckle.
But that is life.
So I’ll swallow my pride
Take another drink
And head down to the store or concert
At first they will be trite and they will be boring.
Their eyes won’t sparkle and their voice won’t make me melt
I’ll forget how you make me feel.
So now the idea of other boys seems indigestible
But at some point I’ll be myself again.