With you, confused, with all the best to loose. Happy thoughts, lonely days, my selfish heart, and my wandering ways. I close my eyes and hope to get one last kiss on my salty lips. I turn around and say “Good night.”
Too late, too late, too late for me and you.
It’s me, not you, that broke a heart in two. So where’s the glue, a needle, thread, elastic tape? Oh, what a mess. I hope to make things better and right, still I’ve got a greater and a meaner fright. I turn around and say “Good bye.”
