seven am;
the garbage truck beeps as it backs up
and I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push Rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end
but I missed the best part.
Could we please go back to start?
- Forgive my indecision -
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But, then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.
eleven am,
by now you would think that I would be up
but my bedsheets shade the heat of choices I've made.
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much
'cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear.
- Forgive my indecision... I am only a man. -
CHORUS!
Twelve pm and my dusty telephone rings.
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you.