Love’s Labour’s Lost: The Musical, Colin Donnell - Change of Heart lyrics

That's what I really learned in college
To talk with confidence at
Parties about things i don’t know
And to act like I'm a rich man
When my net worth is actually pretty low
And to never be a fool
To never fall into cliche
To never take my feelings seriously
To know what not to say
So I would never write a love song
I would never speak in rhyme
I would never sing my feelings for
A girl in three quarter time
I would never hit a high note
Followed by a pregnant pause

And I'd never ever ever let myself
Believe the cause could be love love love
Love

Am I a man or just an
Ulceran with a good degree?
Am I a man or just an
Infantilized boy in an expensive t-shirt?
When I began to think I was better
Than Armado and his cliche love songs

No I would never sigh or swoon
Or never be a lovelorn fool
I am too aware of irony that’s
What we learn in school
But now I see the life I've
Tried to buttress with that learning
There's a trophy wife and a soul-killing
Job all to justify your earnings

What I really learned in college was to
Care too much what people say
To use my words to mock or hide
Behind and never give myself away
But, I look at her and wonder
Why we try to live sequestered
Did I think my heart would listen to
Mind and be unpestered by love

And I Berowne, forsooth in love!
I, that have been love's whip a critic
This wimpled, whining, wayward boy?

Maybe I'm having a change of heart
Sweet Rosaline
I don't wanna play the part that I was given
You turn every cliche to art
It's like I never knew the words before

Yes I will write for you a sonnet
And my verse will not be free
I will leave my heart upon it
In a cliche minor key
Cause she makes each cliche true and now
My heart is in her hands my heart's on fire
My heart’s an open book
My heart is on my sleeve
She warms the cockles of my heart
I don’t know what the fuck that means
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, swoon
And groan

She makes me want to sing
I'll sing every day!
It’s like she makes everything into a cliche
My love you make me feel like a king
(Not my best friend the King
But a proverbial king)
You make me think about
Wedding rings, and lots of bling
And other things and love love, love, love
I'm having a change of heart