maybe this time i've said too much,
perfect strangers but that's not enough.
a point of reference; you shot me down,
still not good enough for you to come around.
and maybe you'll come back,
and maybe you won't.
i've given us another hand at dealing this thing out...
and maybe you'll come back,
and maybe you won't.
i've given us another chance to turn this upside down.
alone with a loner; project my fears,
i told you half the things you shouldn't hear.
so just stop and maybe you'll see the reasons,
why i've given up and i won't waste another year.
but i still wanna hold your hand,
are you aware the air is freezing?
still thinking about you.
feeling shameless like a postcard in the summer,
the only thing that's right for me to do.
to hold another in my arms...
another should be you.