if I had to insult myself
would I be a village idiot
or would I be a bit naive

if I had to endure myself
would it make it any easier
to know that you're a bit like me

everything I know is what you tell me I should know
tastes so gullible and bittersweet
I don't know where to go, but I'm starvin'

give my love all my love
give my love all my love
forgive my love all my love
give my love all my love

if it made any bit of sense
would it matter any more if you're
a victim of the cirumstance

if I made a clever excuse
would it it matter if I lied
or if I painted all over the truth

everything I know is what you tell me I should know
tastes so gullible and bittersweet
standing on a vertical between you and defeat
guess it's only poetry to me
I don't know where to go, but I'm starvin'

give my love all my love
give my love all my love
forgive my love all my love
give my love all my love