Dec 29, 2004 06:44
8th grade dancing was awkward but not with garrett...brian mcnight was our muse
You were always the mysterious one
With dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
this is me down on my knees
im sorry