waiting…
the waiting is miserable
that’s what I get for being such a fool
but oh, if you only knew
how often I’ve thought of you
the pain I’ve gone through
replaying those scenes
over and over in my mind
that valentine’s
you came to my work
with candy and card in hand
I still didn’t fucking understand
or that time at your place
I was in no shape
to drive
you could’ve made a move
that night
but you were never that type
like
at the hotel
after the Phish show
just you
and me on ecstacy
in one bed
if you had just touched me
I couldn’t have said no
but you cared too much for me
why
I’ll never know
and my last memory
of you
in your car
when I spilled my Dew
I guess you took it as a sign
so you took me home
for the last time
and I’ve been missing you
since that night
