what doesn't kill you

I’m dating a guy
He’s cute and he’s smart
He ain’t very nice, but I don’t take it to heart
Two out of three aint bad

He’s got big blue eyes
And a cheshire cat grin
But mine’s not the only head
He’s makin spin
Still I know that I’m fallin, fallin again
Two out of three aint bad

He lives in my town
But his heart’s in another
I’m a friend of the family, well-liked by his mother
I’ll go to his house, and pick on his brother,
cause two out of three ain’t bad

If this was a movie…
Oh, let’s not pretend
It’s not a case of love meets “just friends”
Love lasts forever
Except when it ends
And two out of three ain’t bad

Honey, I’m a grownup, though grudingly so
I’ll settle for my makeshift Romeo
Someday we’ll look back on all this and say:
“We’ll always have Paris -
er…Maryland”

I guess I’m the loser
I guess I’m the laugh
But don’t howl at me till you’ve walked the same path
When your nights are lonely
Hell, you do the math