Queue

I know, I got it
Last one, I promise
Purging the remainder
Of my heart's container

It's funny how the lovers, o' we never learn
We paint the portraits that we know we'll likely burn
But living in a picture based on fantasy
Is warmer than accepting what will never be

My point has long been proven
I'll step down, as you wish
So I guess there's nothing left to say
No, wait, wait

Why this doesn't cease to ache, I'll never know
Can't put my finger on why I'd still take yours to adorn
So browse your line of suitors; I'll stay in my spot
I'll stand here at the end, and throw you everything I've got

At the back of the queue
I'll wait in line for you
At the back of the queue
I'll wait in line for you



Credits
Writer(s): John Orr
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