Not yet 21 With introductions done A first slow dance just ends
I was at my best We ignored the rest My band and your friends
But as better night became best day We left the party while last records played What started as dessert back at your house Ended on the couch Hours at your mouth Sunday's on our hands
We followed were it led I followed you to bed We started secret plans
Forward 7 months I've only seen you once I never call on time
Trying to seem tough I said one visit's enough Enough to keep you mine
Of course it wasn't We were done by June You'd graduate and leave for london soon Your layover at newark's near my house We met for dinner there Just one hour to spare Your 20's all mapped out
I'm in my driest drought Feeling old and shot and how And this is what I thought: I seem to still be caught I'm a footnote at best I envy who comes next Wish we could just make out
'The hour's almost up' You said into your cup And it makes no difference now As I help lift your bags out That I'm lost and out of rope While on my wrist you wrote Your newest number down
I kind of said your name But you'd turn to your plane So I backed my car out
I knew we'd never write Somehow that seemed all right But this counts as calling three years outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
