Mister Bittersweet from The Glimmer by Mark Lipman

I want to tell you but i don't know how
How do I tell you that I love you
I want to tell you that I'm jealous how
You tend to want those girls to love you

Well I can't say that I agree
That they would treat you better than I
As your queen
I guess it's safe to say
That you don't think of me that way
And I, I'm unseen
Guess you'll stay my Mister Bittersweet

I'm not a failure 'cause I don't know how
To be your stunning chanticleer
I'm not a failure 'cause I'm lonely now
Though you are standing oh so near

I've been here before
I know what's waiting there behind the door
And it's not me
If we're speaking truthfully
I'd much prefer that you would know
My love, my love is free
Anyway, even if it's bittersweet

Ain't that just the way
Your pining for it every day
My God, this machine
To never know the limits of
Embracing all the different kinds of love
There can be
What is left of these empty hands
We know where our ambition lands
alone in the taste of bittersweet

• Folk
• acoustic folk pop
• folk rock
• folk-soul
• singer-songwriter
• Boston