Once I had a sweetheart;
She kinda looked like Joan Fontaine.
She made mediocre art,
But had a fascinating brain.
She asked me how I felt about monogamy.
I didn't understand what she was telling me, no.
Well, you can come up short and never know:
Another debt I'm gonna owe.
Well, I missed it. I missed it. I missed it.
I got so close I could have kissed it;
But then I missed it. I missed it, resisted;
Now those days are gone.
Once I held my own set of keys
To the senior executive suite, with
My very own secretary taking my calls
And telling me who I was scheduled to meet with.
They asked me what I thought about advancement.
I wasn't sure what "We have other plans" meant.
Well, you can lose your place and never know:
Another chance I'm gonna blow.
So, I missed it. I missed it. I missed it.
I got so close I could have kissed it;
But then I missed it. I missed it, resisted;
Now those days are gone.
(All right!)
You can halve the distance all you like
But still not ever touch it.
You can split the difference all your life;
It hurts, it hurts so much, it-!
Once I entertained the notion
I could skate along on charm:
Count on my wit and my looks alone
To keep me safe from harm.
You asked me how it felt to be a dilettante. (what?)
I knew that you knew the answer,
But you didn't want to hear it. No,
You didn't want to hear it.
Well, you can blow your shot and never know:
Another game I'm gonna throw.
So, I missed it. I missed it. I missed it.
I got so close I could have kissed it,
But then I missed it. I missed it.
I pissed it all away.
I missed it. I missed it. I missed it.
You all said no, but I insisted;
That's how I missed it. I missed it. I missed it;
Now those days are gone.
