i can almost feel the kiss we almost shared
at three o'clock this morning,
as you weighed the consequences
and i pretended i didn't want you
so much closer than this.
not used to not getting my way;
not used to dreaming only in vain.
as a mutual stranger listed to you
all the reasons i should be yours,
i pretended not to notice that you agreed.
you asked about the man in my life,
disgusted that he wasn't there for me...
i guess the way that you would have been.
i tried to smile when you mentioned your girl,
but i'm not brave enough to meet her,
to see why she is everything i'll never be.
a powerful ending chorus pulsates every emotion:
"hey, baby... take a chance on me."
and the rain pounds down
from an ominous grey sky
onto a soul-sick sad-eyed girl,
exactly on cue.
you just had to say that you love me...
you love me...
just the sweetest tasting poison to ever silence a heart.