Casper Myers

My only love, I’ll be honest
I don’t deliver sometimes
The perfect life that I promised
Might wither and die

But I’ll love you as much as I can
I’ll love you as much as I can

It’s true, proper lovers
Should be there all the time
But baby, I’m not others
But I’ll be there when you cry

I’ll love you as much as I can
I’ll love you as much as I can
I’ll love you as much as I can

It’s true you need a surfeit of dreams
Perfect just seems so good
And it’s true, my dear, I’d give you those dreams
Baby, if only I could

My only love, on the level
I’m not the world’s greatest guy
But I’m here, yours forever,
I’m never saying goodbye

I’ll love you as much as I can
I’ll love you as much as I can
I’ll love you as much as I can

If you’ve been a good girl or a boy
Whether you want money, love, or toys
Whether you believe in him or not
You cannot help a-wonderin’ what you got

Underneath the tree,
Or wherever they may be,
It’s time.

The year was shit, maybe,
Maybe a hit, maybe,
But baby, cry no more,
It’s Christmas morn,
And in a week from now,
Another year from now,
Somehow, you’ll forget how it was.

If you hear some sleigh-bells in the night,
A flash of rouge against the snowy white
A chubby guy a-yellin’ ho-ho-ho
And big-ass footprints in, you got it, snow.

You know you shouldn’t peek,
You should be fast asleep
But it’s time, oh you know …

The year was shit, maybe,
Maybe a hit, maybe,
But baby, cry no more,
It’s Christmas morn,
And in a week from now,
Another year from now,
Somehow, you’ll forget how it was.

Should you believe in magic?
Well if you don’t, that’s tragic.
Switch off your brain,
‘Cos it’s never too late to be children again.

The year was shit, maybe,
Maybe a hit, maybe,
But baby, cry no more,
It’s Christmas morn,
And in a week from now,
Another year from now,
Somehow, you’ll forget how it was.

Pretty little lady
Why’d you have to grow?
You never even gave me a warning sign
You never even gave me a chance to say ‘bye’

Pretty little lady
Where’s the smile I loved?
You never even let me kiss you
You never even dreamt that I’d miss you

And you never knew what you were
Such a pretty little girl
Couldn’t wait to be a rebellious teen, then you
Couldn’t wait to be an old drama queen

Never even noticed me
If you’d only paused a sec you’d see
I never asked you once to be like them

I only wanted you to be
what I knew for sure that you could be
that’s what I could never ever be myself.

Pretty little lady
Can’t you be yourself?
You’ll wish your life away ‘fore you know it
There’s still some time to change your mind ‘fore you blow it.

You can play with your toys
But never play with those boys
They’ll break you.

(An average day)
You play your games on your own
(Sun on your hair)
Not a care in the world
(Looking at me)
I might mistake in the glare
(D’you feel it too?)
The intent of your stare

You’re making those faces again
(with those puppy-dog eyes)
And that Judy Garland dress
You messed up my thoughts I confess,
But see:
This question burns in my head …

Do I want you?
Do I want to be you?
I don’t know,
All I know’s I see you
Out there,
Clearer than the blur…

D’you know me?
D’you know my story,
Would you like to,
In all its glory?
Then if so,
You’re my kind of girl…

Lookin’ at you
Your eyes are soulful and soft
What is it like
To have the life that you’ve got?
Whaddya say
Seems a shame not to know
how our story could go.

We’re not meant to be
Together
But my feelings won’t change,
Not ever

Do I want you?
Or want to be you?
I don’t know,
All I know’s I see you
Out there,
Clearer than the blur…

D’you know me?
D’you know my story,
Would you like to,
In all its glory?
Then if so,
You’re my kind of girl…

I’ve got no sympathy to spare
I used it on myself- I know,
Before you get started on me,
Just one thing to say,
I don’t care if you don’t want
To see this cold heart again… but then

I got no heart, I admit -
And then, I cry…
You bastard! How’d you do’t,
I thought my tear ducts were dry.
You came into my life and left,
I know I should be sad n’ yet,
This naggin’ feelin’ in my head says,
Hey, I survived!

I got no soul,
People don’t want me round;
I used to get upset
When people shot me down.
I’ve hardened since then,
Clammed up, you won’t get me now;
I see people hurting like I used to but now;
I wanna reach out and help and lend a helping hand;
But it used to be me, so I can’t because…

I’ve got no sympathy to spare
I used it on myself- I know,
Before you get started on me,
Just one thing to say,
I don’t care if you don’t want
To see this cold heart again…

I don’t care if you don’t want
To see this cold heart again…

I don’t care if you don’t want
To see this cold heart again…

I try so hard, imagine,
You’re so safe within your skin.
But it’s too much, the passion,
I got a whole space to fill in.

Something nice to wake with,
That couldn’t burn or scold,
Never cease reminding me,
Even when I’m old

Of how the days are precious,
How the nights are warm,
Just be nice to wake with
To a glowing happy morn.

To snuggle close and feel you
On a night as cold as sin,
The care I’d take in knowing
When you’re empty, that you’re thin.

I’d watch the water gently,
Making sure it’s not too hot,
Careful not to break you,
Afterall, you’re all I’ve got.

And how the days are precious,
How the nights are warm,
Just be nice to wake with
To a glowing happy morn.

They forced her into blue jeans
And they told her not to cry,
My baby-blue and boxed-up girl,
Never knowin’ why.

They cursed her calming manners
And her button turned-up nose,
They forced her into blue jeans,
And they blinded her to rose,

My baby boxed-up girl,
Doncha cry.
I can visit her in dreams,
I’m tellin’ her,
It’s gonna be fine…
It’s gonna be fine…

She made up fairy stories
Where her wishes all came true,
But stories never passed on to
The friends she never knew,

Wishin’ every day and night,
Just passin’ wasted time,
Hoping for a life out there,
Where her true beauty shines,

My baby boxed-up girl,
Doncha cry.
I can visit her in dreams,
I’m tellin’ her,
It’s gonna be fine…
It’s gonna be fine…

They criticise,
You wanna die,
But baby don’t you cry (baby don’t you)
They criticise,
You wanna die,
But baby don’t you cry (baby don’t you, baby don’t you)
Baby don’t you cry.

My baby boxed-up girl,
Doncha cry.
I can visit her in dreams,
I’m tellin’ her…

It’s gonna be fine.

Slashed denim,
Lips red as venom,
A scream to pierce the heavens
And those eyes.

Candy cane’n car crash pain,
She’s a victim of the system
And those eyes.

And those eyes play a game,
Tell a lie.
Those eyes are beauty,
They make you think she’s just a cutie,
When she’s hurting so inside,
Full of pain,
Full of pain.

A boy to die for
Became a lifer
Left her lone, inside her belly
And those eyes.

A kid to kill for
That she fell ill for,
Was a baby, was so lost,
Died in vain.

And those eyes play a game,
Tell a lie.
Those eyes are beauty,
They make you think she’s just a cutie,
When she’s hurting so inside,
Full of shame,
Full of shame.

Grown up awful,
They’re alone, they don’t know
And those eyes.

Whole thing’s unlawful,
They’re alone, they don’t know
And those eyes.

And those eyes play a game,
Tell a lie.
Those eyes are beauty,
They make you think she’s just a cutie,
When she’s hurting so inside
Full of shame,
Full of shame.

Emily, Emily,
You’re givin’ me love,
With your heavenly, heavenly words,
But you never knew me like I know you, so

Emily, Emily,
You just lifted your hand.
You wrote grand poetry, Emily,
That I understand.

Oh Emily,
There may be centuries, ages
Between us but still, we can walk in your pages,
And be with you, Emily,
Making love with your mind.

Emily, Emily,
History’s not kind.
I sit here and read your mind,
But I can’t reply.

Emily, Emily,
You wrote about love,
Long-lost souls, wearily querying,
Why should we die?

Oh, Emily,
There may be centuries, ages
Between us but still, we can walk in your pages,
And be with you, Emily,
Making love with your mind.

Emily,
The distance is long,
And it seems so wrong
That we should be only joined by words.

If we only have words,
If we only have thoughts to share -
Well, I’m glad they were yours….

Little Nell sits,
Starrin’ in her movie,
She’s a star, shinin’ bright against the darkness.

We’re a bunch,
Nobodies in contrast,
Staring in awe, at her halo, and why?

She’s a star,
She’s a star…

She’s a star,
She’s a star…

Little Nell,
She always reads her lines right -
She says things that we can’t get our tongues round.

She’s a star,
With the crowd at her feet,
And her life must be so neat.

She’s a star,
She’s a star…

She’s a star,
She’s a star…

Popcorn skeptics, are you not disarmed?
When she does her hair n’ works her charm?

She’s a star,
She’s a star….

She’s a star,
She’s a star…