We made quite a mess,
babe
It’s probably
better off this way
And I confess, babe
That
in my dreams you’re touching my face
And asking me if I want to try again with you
And I almost
do
And I just want to tell
you
It takes everything in
me not to call you
And I wish I could
run to you
And I hope you know that
Everytime I
don’t,
I almost do, I almost do
