Chase me down the street and don't slip up or you'll never win. Call me all the sweetest names you think of late at night. Feel my heart thumping outside my chest when you brush up to me. Hold my cold hands and keep them warm as you do so well. Curl up right beside me and let's listen to the tape we made. Play it over again, make sure to listen closely. Doesn't it sound just like we're right back to where it happened first? Doesn't it feel great to know it's still happening now?
I feel you every day when there is really no way for me to know if you will even say that I am why you stay away, or if you will say that you don't belong to me either. You know what I really meant. You and I should go. We should really go. More than you can know, more than you will really show.
I'll chase you down the street and won't slip up or I won't ever win. Call you all the sweetest names I think of late at night. Feel your heart thumping outside your chest when I brush up to you. Hold your cold hands and keep them warm as I do so well.
I see you every day when there is really no way for me to know if you will even say that it's not all right to feel this way about our lives.
Don't you know ...for you, I will still look out windows and hope I see you smiling again. Turn around. Come back.
