Jul 27, 2004 12:53
Did i see you fumble?
Did i see your hand move, and fidget,
while you were dancing in the spotlight,
on this stage in front of me,
and your chest puffed out proudly.
Are you losing it dear?
Is my voice coming out clear?
Over every breakfast sandwich,
you told me that this was not the end,
it would never be,
were you winking at me?
I don’t think so.
No, i don’t think any of this is so.