I know It's irrational, and completely stupid, but sometimes I still think I'm the Jim to your Pam. That someday maybe you'll realize I'm what you want. But you'll think It's too late.
But don't worry because I'll come to my senses and chase after you because deep down I know we belong together. And no matter how hard I try, nobody can fill my heart the way that you do.
Sometimes I think that. But most times I don't because I realize you're an ass. You're much more of an Angela, nowhere deserving of a Pam.