I tried to paint a picture of you to prove I still think of you
But the face I drew, it more resembled mine
Went to buy you some nice things
but bought a record by The Kinks
A band you have always told me
does not appeal to you in any way

When will I ever get it right?
Maybe I'll never treat you right

I meant to tell you how I felt
but I started talking to someone else
About some brilliant bullshit record
I've been working on for years
The love songs all go unreleased
b-sides of lesser memories
And yet you have been there for me
since the very first record I ever wrote myself

When will I ever get it right?
Maybe I'll never treat you right
My eyes won't settle anywhere
my mind is in the atmosphere
When will I ever treat you right?

Oh oh, you know, I can be romantic
Oh oh, you know, I can wear nice clothes
Oh oh, you know, I can be romantic
Oh oh, you know

When will I ever get it right?
Maybe I'll never treat you right
I'm gonna leave when you say you wanna leave
And shut up when you say you need to sleep
When will I ever treat you right?