I don't recall meeting you for the first time
And I predict you also couldn't say
I don't recall standing, yelling to the wind
To grow little by little, towards some new cliché

But now I'm sat and waiting for a message to come through
Asking if I'd like some other reckless thing to do
And I'm thinking more of dresses and I'm thinking more in blue
And I'm worried it will always be you

And when I imagine life when it is mine
I can try to picture faceless folk to love a thousand times
But always for a second, and usually at the start
You're in the image posing with a cradled beating heart
And all the while when I imagine this life I'm working to
I'm worried it will always be you

How do I give myself away
To loving someone who would like to love me every day?
How do I travel to the start?
Put a mask over my eyes and an arrow through the heart
Before it learns to feel the way I now do
For I'm worried it will always want you

Oh, I'm worried it will always be you