Written in January 2000 in Nashville, Tennessee
I want you so much it makes me sick
I don’t think you know, I don’t know what makes you tick
But that’s ok.
I tried to call you on the telephone
But the answering machine says you’re not home
But that’s ok too
I’ve tried on all these hats
But none were quite my size
I tried to like your cats
I tried, I really tried
I tried to be the new millennium sensitive guy
But I’m not that guy
I’m not that guy, pretty baby.
Why can’t you decide what you want me to be in your life
You say you need time, take your time
That’s ok
You say its you but I know that it’s me
Who needs to be more what you need me to be to be ok with you too
I’ve tried on all these hats
But none were quite my size
I tried to like your cats
I tried, I really tried
I tried to be the new millennium sensitive guy
But I’m not that guy
I’m not that guy, pretty baby.