My, Oh, My

My, oh, my
Would you look at the sky?
Smirking down at me
And I can never know why
With the clouds making faces
And the colors all saturated
Looking down at my shoelaces
Realizing this feeling's so belated

But I fear, my dear
That things aren't what they seem
Your mouth, your leer
Your words never mean what they mean
I fucked up my hand
Just trying to work
You took it and kissed it
And I've never felt so hurt
I guess I just want you
Only more than anything
More than the blues, and the tunes
You compose in head

Oh, my, oh my
You're just like cherry pie
You're sweet and you're tangy
And I can't discern why
I guess you were just born this way
I guess I was born to get so down and play
And play and play and play this for you