Bitter Side Of Sweet

She asked me how love gets along
 with me all by myself
 Wonders how I keep from getting
 dust upon that shelf
 She wanted to know how a man like me
 ends up alone, anyway
 'Was I breakin' all the rules of love
 and the games that people play
 I said not too many hangin' round
 of all the ones I meet
 In time they always find that I'm on
 the bitter side of sweet
 She huddled on the gate on my block
 where I always catch my bus
 An' I hoped it wouldn't stop today,
 there'd just be the two of us
 But it showed up like it always does,
 about twenty minutes late
 I told her it'd be right along
 but she said she couldn't wait
 She didn't need any assistance
 in putting some distance,
 between us on that empty street
 She was of a mind,
 in record time that I'm on
 the bitter side of sweet
 That I act this was is really not my fault
 It just means all the sweet things I've got to say
 Come along with a grain of salt
 (instrumental)
 It's no wonder I'm not scoring points,
 I'm always out of bounds
 If any wise willed words convince the point,
 I'm foolish by the pound
 An' a fool can see no one believes
 what's rollin' off my tongue
 An' I've never seen a recipe
 for sweet talkin' anyone
 I could have written a book on
 the lessons I took
 in the agony of defeat
 An showed you all the signs
 between the lines on
 the bitter side of sweet