PS I love You

How I Met Your Mother

You, you're beautiful
On your pedestal
I see you, you don't see me

Am I just too young?
Or just too dumb?
Or maybe just too grungy!
And I'm wearin' my flannel and thinkin' of you
I lace up my boots and I'm thinkin' of you
I write letters and letters, they never get answered by you-ou!
I'm moosing down donuts and thinking of you
I watch "reality bites", I'm thinkin' of you
That movie's so true but all I can do is say

P.s. I love you

The law can't stop my love
I'll fit you like a glove
Restraining orders don't scare me
The lawyers at the record company
Made me promise to say
"That the views expressed in this song do not necessarily
Reflect the views of dominant records or any of its subsidiaries"

I'm totally a slacker and I don't even care
With my curling 'zines and my faraway stare
But deep down inside, yeah, deep down inside I'm dying
I'm trapped in a cage of the tears I cry
I'm praying to God, but she doesn't reply
Even the robot says
Move on
I'm trying!!!

P.s. I love you.

Why can't you see me?
We could be so happy together
I love to watch you sleep
You look so peaceful when you sleep

I'll never move on, it'll always be you!
Every guy that I'm with, I'll be thinking of you
Even if I get married, he'll always be second to you
He'll always be second to you
I'll always be waiting for you!

P.s. I love you