all i ever really mean when i rant and rave the way i do, is i'm scared, just as scared as you
"you're a good person and remember that, and i mean it more than anyhting in the world, no
matter what happens i will always think of you as a true friend, and a girl
i could never hold on to, and you knwo the reason why if it matters at all,"
how could this not make anyone depressed as hell? when this is the one person they felt most strongly about. the only one to really make their heart ache and the only one to really make them cry.
and i love him for all of this,
but i also hate him for it.
"so we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and english slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
"three long years... and your favourite man...
Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me...
Like you'll never let me go
"oh c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk awhile... "
"oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don't have the time... "
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eye...
So dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it june
Until later... doesn't always come
It's so hard to think "it ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance to hold you...
To hold you... "
But chilly mr dilly - too much rush to talk to billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long
Until later...
I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked awhile
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn''t - now it''s all too late it's over... over...
And you're gone...
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you so much
But how many times can I walk away
And wish "if only... "
How many times can I talk this way
And wish "if only... "
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "if only... "
But "if only... "
Is a wish too late...
/the End.
matter what happens i will always think of you as a true friend, and a girl
i could never hold on to, and you knwo the reason why if it matters at all,"
how could this not make anyone depressed as hell? when this is the one person they felt most strongly about. the only one to really make their heart ache and the only one to really make them cry.
and i love him for all of this,
but i also hate him for it.
"so we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and english slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
"three long years... and your favourite man...
Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me...
Like you'll never let me go
"oh c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk awhile... "
"oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just don't have the time... "
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eye...
So dizzy mr busy - too much rush to talk to billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - sometime soon - maybe next time - make it june
Until later... doesn't always come
It's so hard to think "it ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance to hold you...
To hold you... "
But chilly mr dilly - too much rush to talk to billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - just hang on - all in good time - won't be long
Until later...
I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked awhile
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn''t - now it''s all too late it's over... over...
And you're gone...
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you so much
But how many times can I walk away
And wish "if only... "
How many times can I talk this way
And wish "if only... "
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "if only... "
But "if only... "
Is a wish too late...
/the End.