I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just want to tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you,
And I wish I could run to you,
And I hope you know that,
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do.
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you,
‘Cause each time you reach out there’s no reply.
I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you,
And risk another goodbye.
And I just want to tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you,
And I wish I could run to you,
And I hope you know that,
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do.
We made quite a mess, babe.
It’s probably better off this way.
And I confess, babe.
That in my dreams you’re touching my face,
And asking me if I'd want to try again with you,
And I almost do.
And I just want to tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you,
And I wish I could run to you,
And I hope you know that,
Everytime I don’t,
I almost do, I almost do.
I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city.
And I hope sometimes you wonder about me.
Whenever I listen to you, it seems that even paper flowers have a fragrance. I remember the night we met. It almost seems so long ago with so many things happening between us and yet it was only a year and a half. June 5, 2011. It was close to midnight, I guess. You changed my life then. I was so low and so broken. I wanted to feel something from the emptiness inside me and you came along, with that big smile, that twinkle in your eyes, that confidence daring the world to take you apart. I was not impressed but I was broken enough not to care because simply, I wanted someone to touch me and keep me warm. You took the chance and told me you loved me then and there. I thought you were full of yourself but I let you be you and let you touch me. We spent the day after together. I still remember Chowking and what I ordered. And when you left me in the morning after, I felt just a little less broken. Little by little, I was mended and was stronger and one day, a month after, I ...
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