Iâve never had a Roman holidayBut I wonât hold it against youThe look on your face when she told you she loved youWas it priceless?Now it seems youâre well connectedYou have your own flock of sheepI donât think they are lost and I donât think they are discreetI light a scented candle in my roomIâll hold a good thought for youYou were hopeful you said things would be okBut theyâre doom and gloomIf I were good at hating Iâd hate youIf I were good at loving Iâd fallIâd keep the company of a kid obsessed and Iâd tell them allI knew you well for a short spellI knew you well for a short spellPlease donât tell