Cute Little Ginger Boy

To the cute little ginger boy in the old photograph You don't know me at all You were you at a time when I wasn't around So you couldn't have met me So instead you went on to meet A girl who I guess now's your lover I suppose you think that the two of you were meant to be That's not what I think of her You sit at home, I'm here all alone And your just my type, but the time isn't ripe I never fit in, but with you I feel filled in But now you share sheets with some lady who rides horses You can never find out I'm this sorry sad sap Well I once knew a guy like you We liked all the same bands too And I was so smitten We matched like a pair of shoes Just like I do with you Yet our match isn't fittin' You sit at home, I'm here all alone And you're just my type, but the time isn't ripe I never fit in, but with you I feel filled in But now you share sheets with some lady who rides horses So I guess we'll just sit here and trade parts of our souls And lock eyes, but never hold hands And the cute little ginger boy Will stay in his photograph And I'll have to learn how to laugh