Two trains of thought on one track.
Girl, white blond hair, pointed nose the other extreme, Ms. Taken, you're out of reach, swept off my feet, the longer of many and still remain and now my apology to you for what you have been left with. In the future if I have the chance you'll be in my movie, in a dream sequence at the table across from me, I wish I had been more confident at the time, coffee, cream no sugar, cup both hands around it, lift it barely off the saucer not even an inch, bend down your head to drink, hiding your face as I think about the color of your eyes, do I even know it, I have guess but really I'm too shy to even look at them long enough to know for sure but at least your voice sounds more euphonic within my ear.
I could just leave the phone sitting, no answer, I shouldn't have talked so much about it, the day is burned in the brain, isn't it, isn't today? Well yes, but no invitation in the mail, in the speech, tonight I have plans tomorrow I'm on a train out of town, oh yeah sure then I'll just drive I guess otherwise I'd rather dance alone with the other dedicated, I don't want to hear about your giving up. Not to mention I have plans for being not myself, not the me you know and it's hard to do with you around, maybe I'll just say it flat out maybe be honest maybe you'll make a joke but maybe your heart will be broken. Sorry, but I have plans for this can of pink spray paint that don't include you, black or white or black, "electric cake please, hello" what is it I don't know but it's haunting me like a lost Sunday, my last, I should've dressed more for the occasion.
I could just leave the phone sitting, no answer, I shouldn't have talked so much about it, the day is burned in the brain, isn't it, isn't today? Well yes, but no invitation in the mail, in the speech, tonight I have plans tomorrow I'm on a train out of town, oh yeah sure then I'll just drive I guess otherwise I'd rather dance alone with the other dedicated, I don't want to hear about your giving up. Not to mention I have plans for being not myself, not the me you know and it's hard to do with you around, maybe I'll just say it flat out maybe be honest maybe you'll make a joke but maybe your heart will be broken. Sorry, but I have plans for this can of pink spray paint that don't include you, black or white or black, "electric cake please, hello" what is it I don't know but it's haunting me like a lost Sunday, my last, I should've dressed more for the occasion.