So here's the setting, we met fucked up at a wedding Shoulders back, throwing her hair, yeah She said: It hasn't been pretty, stuck in a walk-up in Philly Ain't exactly feel like Paris, yeah And she don't understand I get so distant And it ain't any comfort to know that she's sufferin' too And nothing she can write me makes a difference And it's all in my head but I wanna believe she'll be mine in a year, maybe two I'll drop her a line when I'm feelin' like myself again 'Cause lately I ain't in the mood to pretend Gemini, when I'm feelin' like myself again Maybe I could be more than just a friend I've been a monster, talks about me to her mother Shoppin' for Bertoia chairs, yeah Found an impostor, hair just like me, thought I lost her Oh, what a nervous affair, yeah And nothing she can write me makes a difference And it's all in my head but I wanna believe she'll be mine in a year, maybe two I'll drop her a line when I'm feelin' like myself again 'Cause lately I ain't in the mood to pretend Gemini, when I'm feelin' like myself again Maybe I could be more than just a friend Gemini, Gemini When I'm feelin' like myself Gemini, when I'm feelin' like— I'll drop her a line when I'm feelin' like myself again 'Cause lately I ain't in the mood to pretend Gemini, when I'm feelin' like myself again Maybe I could be more than just a friend (Gemini, Gemini, Gemini) I could be more than just a friend (Gemini, Gemini, Gemini) I could be more than just a friend