You wrote me a half-hearted love song,
But I guess that counts for something.
At least once upon a time you cared.
Too bad I'm in love with you now,
And my shaking hands are painting you a masterpiece worth ten of your songs.
But I guess that counts for something,
At least once upon a time you cared.

If your guitar and my paintbrush hit it off,
Do you think you'll be back to see me?
Surely that counts for something,
At least once upon a time you cared.
I think I can arrange that, if I try,
And you know that I will.
My hands will be bloody from effort,
And then tingling when you wipe them down.
Surely that counts for something,
At least once upon a time you cared.

The candles in my room smell nice and make me think of you.