I Mean It - Intellectual

He turns his head, outside, the streets are dead enough

We fell on the bed and suddenly, we were somewhere else

Curled in your neck, arching my back, I taste you again

In any embrace, there certainly is a limited view

Do you think I don't mean it?

I do

I wanted you to love me as you had loved me once

I was already waiting when you drove out of sight

Limping, I played invalid to win you back

I would've loved you so much more, you should have wanted me again

Do you think I don't mean it?

I do

I wore out my last pair of shoes for you

The ashtray is heaped with my response to you

But the liquor cabinet is empty of all feelings for you

And the streets are slick with my remorse for you

Do you think I don't mean it?

I do