I've never had a Roman holiday But I won't hold it against you The look on your face when she told you she loved you Was it priceless? Now it seems you're well connected You have your own flock of sheep I don't think they are lost and I don't think they are discreet I light a scented candle in my room I'll hold a good thought for you You were hopeful you said things would be ok But they're doom and gloom If I were good at hating I'd hate you If I were good at loving I'd fall I'd keep the company of a kid obsessed and I'd tell them all