Lyrics

I like you. I like you a lot. You're at the front door I'm letting you in Your lips are like strawberries Burning my skin And I was amazed How you turned out And I was surprised When I found out I've got a picnic Sprawled on the floor But ants have covered it And taken back the food That I've prepared And now they're feeding all their young The rest of what I've [?] I've made Feels like a heatwave Is bringing me down And nothing quite feels right I'm leaving this town And I know that it's so general I know that it's cliché I know that it's not something you should say