I’ve never had a Roman holiday
But I won’t hold it against you
The look on your face when she told you she loved you
Was it priceless?

Now it seems you’re well connected
You have your own flock of sheep
I don’t think they are lost and I don’t think they are discreet

I light a scented candle in my room
I’ll hold a good thought for you
You were hopeful you said things would be ok
But they’re doom and gloom

If I were good at hating I’d hate you
If I were good at loving I’d fall
I’d keep the company of a kid obsessed and I’d tell them all

I knew you well for a short spell
I knew you well for a short spell
Please don’t tell