The This This

Only loneliness is new to you
But you can’t think of how to say it
The same old splitting smile for you
is all I have to give today
Won't you let this sit and rest a bit?
On cue, here comes a song
Then just as we begin I say, “get on with it”, and once again, I'm wrong

It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this
The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in
I think I love this

Can’t you see my face is tight for you?
Is it getting in the way?
The same old splitting smile for you
is all you have to give today
Won't you let this sit and rest a bit?
On cue, here comes a song
then just as we begin, I say “get on with it”, and once again, I'm wrong

It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this
The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in
I think I love this

Can you see it how I see it?
Tell me how it looks to you
You have two feet in the door don’t you?

It’s the this this, the that this, the tall, blonde, with a hat this
The good this, the sweet this, the this I still believe in
I think I love this