You say I’m so predictable
And why is that detestable?
I love you unconditional
And yet you’re unemotional

 We may not be compatible
My looks are unremarkable
Your beauty so delectable
Who cares if that’s predictable

 Your smile is so addict-able
Your scent is now medicinal
My thoughts become unmentionable
Becoming unpredictable

 You’ve now become habitual
The emotion is cannibal
My self is indiscernible
Forgetting I’m predictable

 I’m loosing any self control
My brain becomes exhaustible
Now finally I’ve lost my cool
This pattern is predictable

 I can not stand this ridicule
No longer feeling any soul
Why must I always play the fool
Why must I be predictable

 Your answer not one syllable
My love is now insufferable
My presence now intolerable
And who is now predictable

 Hear one more thing before I roll
This day will be so memorable
My love is unforgettable
Your regret is predictable

 Now here I sit atop the world
Gold records lines up on my wall
I guess you thought I’d take a fall
You're tragic, yet predictable

                               -Jones