I Wonder Who Is Like This One

People are like songs, it’s true

Some seem dull at first, but then they grow on you

Me, I’m like Can’t get you out of my head

Annoying at times, but I make you want to dance

But you are the only one I’ve met who’s God only knows

I liked you the first time I met you, and it grows, and

grows, and grows.

People are like songs, I swear

Some found you as a child, and still they’re always

there

A boy I once knew was Anarchy in the UK

Burned out too quickly, but in such a beautiful way

And you are the only one I’ve met who’s God only knows

Such a well thought out-plan, but with harmonies that

flow.

People are like songs, I’ve been told

Some will claim your ears, but you never hear a story

unfold

Old radio gaga, or your highschool friends

remind you of things, when you were someone else

And God only knows and you paired up as two

As the turns of the seasons, you come and go

I can never claim control of either of you,

you’re too sweet to be just mine alone

And I try to stay humble over the fact

that sometimes, when the time is right

you will pass my door, the crescendo comes

and

God only knows and you have the sad similarity

that every time it’s over, I want to press play again

but the only difference appears to be

I can force it on one of you, and on the other I can’t